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Okay, so I've been incinerated at work today. 32°C in the office = NO FUN, so it's dress down for the rest of the week, in an unexpected turn of events.

One of the lifts at work broke today with me inside. Went up, got as far as floor 12. Got shaken around a bit, then got dropped about three floors (floor 9). Going down three floors in less than a second (when you started off going up!) is not fun. Then got calmly taken down two floors (floor 7), jolted and shaken a bit, taken up to 9 again, and dropped back to 7.

Um. So that was fun...

First time one of these has made me laugh for a while:


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Jul. 19th, 2006 01:01 am (UTC)
yeaaahhh i love itt
Jul. 19th, 2006 11:32 pm (UTC)
Wow. You still read my journal? I'm surprised. I don't post anywhere near as much as I did a few years back. But yay, comment!
Jul. 19th, 2006 01:16 am (UTC)
In 1998 I had to have therapy because of my fear of lifts. As a wheelchair user who couldn't go in them, I was stuck on the ground floor - not a good life, I really needed that help to get over the fear.

Your story has brought it all back as to why I was so scared. And, tomorrow as I make my way up to the 14th floor of the hospital, I shall be far more scared of the lift than of my operation...
Jul. 19th, 2006 06:46 am (UTC)
This is exactly why I never, ever use lifts.

A big metal box being pulled up and down by some cable?

Not for me!
Jul. 19th, 2006 06:54 am (UTC)
that lift thing would scare teh shit outta me
Jul. 19th, 2006 12:07 pm (UTC)
they really need to sort that out, that whole lift-of-death thing keeps happening doesn't it?
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