I was actually in a decent mood this morning. I got a lot of sleep over the weekend, so Monday morning wasn’t too bad.
But before I move forward, I have to explain about my parking situation. The parking garage next to my office is owned by the county, and parking prices went up from $0.75/hour to $1/hour on January 1. So when I parked there on January 2, instead of being $6 or $6.75 like before…it was $9. Hell to the no. Some coworkers and I had noticed a nearby garage that was only $6. So we decided to park there. The people there are really nice. The only thing is that it’s a little garage. Not many spaces on each floor and a lot of pillars. And tight spaces.
So naturally, I scraped up the side of my car pulling into a spot. Any money that I was saving by parking there…gone in an instant.
Cut to me leaving work. Nothing particularly good had happened, so I was still in a crappy mood. I get to the parking garage and get into the elevator to go to the fifth floor, where my car was waiting for me. I was looking forward to an evening snuggled on the couch, not thinking. (Particularly after having spent the weekend doing work.) I enter the elevator. I hit G5. The elevator goes up. I can hear it ding to indicate my arrival. And the door…does not open. I hit “Door Open.” Nothing. I hit “L” to try and flee. Nothing. The elevator drops. The light indicates that I’m now on the 15th floor. Despite having gone down. The light abruptly changes to L. The door does not open. I hit “Door Open.” Nothing. The elevator goes back up. I arrive back at G5. The elevator beeps. And continues to beep. The elevator drops. It again indicates 15, then the door (HALLELUJAH!) opens. On G1. Good enough! I bolt out the door. Thankfully another elevator came and brought me to the right floor with no further drama.
I was so scared on the ride home. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I was frightened. And now I’m kind of scared of that entire garage. I feel like there must be another option near my office.
But for the moment, I just kind of want to keep hiding under a blanket on my couch.