It was one of those days. You know, the ones that start the night before with a very interrupted sleep cycle (due to things like: roommates who go to bed later than I, pets who get lonely in the middle of the night and somewhere learned how to open doors, cats in the alley who have serious issues to work out).
Showed up to work really sleepy, low energy. Perked up a little with help of a bagel, compliments on my "I'm a kitty cat" shirt, and some over-zealous air conditioning.
This is day 3 of 3 in my super long work weekend, where I am at school 9-3 (as opposed to usual 12-3/not at all on Saturdays). Get picked to go down to Columbus building to wait for 12:00 tours. At 12:30, after having narrowly escaped tour, get asked to stay behind for another 15 minutes "just in case".
12:35. Tour shows up.
Did my usual speedy-yet-informative Columbus building tour, answered gazillion questions about writing program, next take tour to residence halls.
Elevator broken in res. hall. We wait 10 minutes for the overcrowded other elevator to show up. 17, 16th floor go smoothly, 11th not so much. There's only 1 key to the staged room we show, and when I arrived it was already out. Normally we can catch up with the other group and there's no problem, but because of the elevator disfunction, by the time we arrived to the show room, the keyholder was long gone.
Ok, I say to my tour group, stay here, I'm going to run down and get it.
So I run down the stairs. It's super crowded in the lobby, but I shove through and get the key. Everybody's waiting for the elevators and they're not showing up. Upstairs my tour is waiting for me in a lonely hallway.
Ok, I say to myself, it's only 11 flights. You can do it!
So I start running back up the stairs. Start walking around floor 4. At floor 7, try to give up. But the elevators! They are not working! So I have to press on, finally making it to floor 11, sweating like crazy. My tour is appreciative.
Ha ha, I say, this is going to be my story of the week.
Story of the week not so funny when I arrive back at admissions to find that everyone has been sent home and all the lunch sandwiches have been taken. I could have dropped to my knees and yelled "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" if I had the energy and was in an 80s movie.
My lunch! My sandwiches! The thought that kept me going on the stairs! The only thing left was a platter of vegetables and some melon slices, which I angrily took after complaining to my boss about the key problem.
Well, losing those sandwiches was the last straw. I exited the building in a whirl of bad energy, strengthened by me missing my train, twice (once as I came out of admissions, and again as I came out of McDonald's after missing the first one and deciding that if I had to wait I might as well get to eat too). Then I took the orange line, which was crowded, had to wait for the bus, hit my head on the bus sitting down, listened to the screaming toddler on the bus, slouched home in the heat.
Life owes me a lunch break.
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