Pushing the Limit

Now working on the top floor sometimes has its advantages. When no one is looking I like to stare out the window at the clouds going past in the sky. It helps me forget about the absurdities that I face almost hourly at work.

Today, though, I found a horrible drawback.

This morning I went down to the second floor restroom because I like the larger handicapped stall they have down there. When I was ready to come back up, I pressed the button for the elevator and waited.

When the doors opened, the elevator was about half full, just enough space for me to squeeze in. So I sucked it in and tried to get in. As soon as I did though, the weight limit light went off. I asked if anyone else minded taking the stairs because I have a condition that makes those 3 flights up very difficult.

As if the weight limit light wasn't humiliating enough, these two assholes from the floor beneath me proceed to push me off and pushed the door close button as soon as they got me out. So i sat there waiting for another elevator.

It never came.

So I was forced to make my way up the stairs. By the time I got to the top floor I was dripping with sweat, completely out of breath and my side has hurt terribly since.

I later found out that those idiots on the fourth floor hit the emergency stop button on the elevator once they got out so it wouldn't come back for me. I don't know what I ever did to those jerks.