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[listersgirl]

There is a diabolical new plot afoot at work, one obviously intended to make us stay here for hours on end, slaving away without a break.

The elevators never come. Ever.

If the elevators don't come, then we can't go home, right?

There is nothing sadder than standing waiting for an elevator for 5, 6 minutes, and then having it arrive already stuffed full of sweaty employees, and realizing there is no way you are getting on that elevator without bending the laws of physics and gravity. No, wait, worse is the fact that you're only on the 2nd floor. AND that there are approximately 24 elevators throughout the building, but none of them are doing anything.

OMG I just want to get my lunch!

Before you say "Durr, take the stairs you lazy bastard," let me just add that there are no stairs from the second to the main floor. That's right, THERE ARE NO STAIRS. I can take the stairs in between all the other floors, but the stairs from my floor lead right to the alarmed emergency exits. And yes, I do feel stupid taking the elevator down one floor. Whose stupid idea was that?

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Bring a rope ladder... oh, no, I suppose it'll be an airconned box with non-opening windows?

In honour of its being Thanksgiving on the other side of the Atlantic, I'm now feeling thankful that I work in an eighteenth-century building that predates elevators and has stairs. Even if it is easy to get lost in.

[listersgirl]

Yet another way in which they are trying to trap us here: I have never been in a building more maze-like. Half the library is in the B section and half in the J section. Why those two sections are adjacent, I haven't figured out.