At Least They're Committed

I got stuck in the elevator today while heading down to get a breath of fresh air (which even after I escaped the lift didn’t come to fruition because there were smokers everywhere outside the building) and as I tried to head back up I realized I didn’t have my key card for the stairs so I eventually enlisted the help of a nice young man who escorted me up each of the flights to the 8th floor and buzzed me in even though he worked on the third floor and it occurred to me that although the lights going out, the flashing, orange warning light and the automated voice telling me the elevator had lost power was a new experience, the whole event was fairly anticlimactic, causing me to subsequently write on Twitter, “Note to self: Scratch ‘get stuck in elevator’ off bucket list. Like sex, not nearly as exciting as it sounds and only lasted 2 minutes,” which totally made me crack up and now I only hope nobody that I ever had sex with sees it.

I’d started the day by spilling a large amount of diet soda on my boss’ desk (sorry Ken!) and on his papers prior to our morning meeting and although he glowered (I do so love that word) at me it could have been worse in that he could have been sitting there and it could have splashed on him and then — as I told Brian soon before he boarded a plane to come to Denver for the CU Online Symposium — he might have sneered at me, but really he was an exceptionally good sport about it all, except for not laughing, and he said that if it were the worst thing that happened today it would be a good day (or something like that) and I said likewise because then yesterday flashed into my mind and it occurred to me that passing out at a large function would probably have been a lot worse.

I wasn’t feeling so great yesterday when I came into work, but I bucked up and took about 2 million photos (that’s hyperbole, it’s only 200) at a wicked-cool work event but not before wasting myself out and appearing so sickly and shaky that a couple of the sweet guys here expressed their concern, which panicked me more because they obviously could see that I was not well and I’m standing RIGHT there in front of folks so they could probably all tell and that’s wildly unattractive and you know how I hate that and I then worried about passing out — eyes rolling, body twitching — in front of about 100 people and that made it worse, but I maintained consciousness and even made it through the day and — better yet — although I’m tentative in the photo of me with these handsome dudes, I look a great deal healthier than I felt, which is not to say I look good.