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yakalskovich) wrote2008-02-12 07:59 pm
yakalskovich) wrote2008-02-12 07:59 pm
Finally, some excitement in my life!
Nothing exciting ever happens to me.
But today I was stuck in an elevator!
I had been at IKEA with Thomas the Metropolitan, getting stuff for my new flat -- a chest of drawers, a contraption to fill the niche and hang my clothes on, that sort of thing. Now, I was getting the two long poles for the contraption up, and took the elevator -- which is of course lazy, as it is only one flight of stairs but I thought, ahh well, this is a bit heavy so I am allowed.
But there was a small wedge of wood in the elevator door that ought not to have been there, and the door didn't close properly, and wouldn't open again.
Falk the Metropolitan tried all sorts of stuff from above, but the thing wouldn't budge, so they told me to use the alarm, but it didn't work properly the first time around; so they raised the emergency service via phone. Thomas, however, had another idea and managed to push in a short piece of wood with which I could then push out the wedge; and so he had me out before the service fellow ever arrived.
The service goon declared the elevator categorically out of order -- not because the door had stuck this way, but because the elevator emergency call button doesn't work properly!
Seems I accidentally found a flaw in that thing, and one should be glad it was just me, and not some hysterical older lady. I only started cursing once, for a brief while, when Falk claimed that it might take two to three hours until somebody came -- then I declared, very loudly and passionately, that I wanted out of that bloody little too-bright cabin and found the waste of time intolerable. Two to three hours with noting but a paper notebook to doodle in, and a mobile phone to write messages with that I will be too late?
When I could be online and threading?
Nahhhh, no way.
But when they lowered that to 20 minutes, I didn't mind, doodled instead (wondering in which order to best hang the kitchen cabinets so they'd be in harmony with what would HAVE to be put underneath, width-wise), and then it wasn't even 20 minutes any more because Thomas, who is the quiet but brilliant one of those two, had that idea.
We had all the stuff upstairs via staircase when that slow service goon finally appeared...
But today I was stuck in an elevator!
I had been at IKEA with Thomas the Metropolitan, getting stuff for my new flat -- a chest of drawers, a contraption to fill the niche and hang my clothes on, that sort of thing. Now, I was getting the two long poles for the contraption up, and took the elevator -- which is of course lazy, as it is only one flight of stairs but I thought, ahh well, this is a bit heavy so I am allowed.
But there was a small wedge of wood in the elevator door that ought not to have been there, and the door didn't close properly, and wouldn't open again.
Falk the Metropolitan tried all sorts of stuff from above, but the thing wouldn't budge, so they told me to use the alarm, but it didn't work properly the first time around; so they raised the emergency service via phone. Thomas, however, had another idea and managed to push in a short piece of wood with which I could then push out the wedge; and so he had me out before the service fellow ever arrived.
The service goon declared the elevator categorically out of order -- not because the door had stuck this way, but because the elevator emergency call button doesn't work properly!
Seems I accidentally found a flaw in that thing, and one should be glad it was just me, and not some hysterical older lady. I only started cursing once, for a brief while, when Falk claimed that it might take two to three hours until somebody came -- then I declared, very loudly and passionately, that I wanted out of that bloody little too-bright cabin and found the waste of time intolerable. Two to three hours with noting but a paper notebook to doodle in, and a mobile phone to write messages with that I will be too late?
When I could be online and threading?
Nahhhh, no way.
But when they lowered that to 20 minutes, I didn't mind, doodled instead (wondering in which order to best hang the kitchen cabinets so they'd be in harmony with what would HAVE to be put underneath, width-wise), and then it wasn't even 20 minutes any more because Thomas, who is the quiet but brilliant one of those two, had that idea.
We had all the stuff upstairs via staircase when that slow service goon finally appeared...
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verbal praise
and a doggy treat?
can imagine that one...
*good boy!
now fetch!
throw doggy treat*
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How is the new place?
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I can't wait to see photos when you're settled in ;)
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Glad you made it out okay!
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The possibility of wasting two to three hours in there was what pissed me off, seriously. Boredom while getting nothing done, when I could be putting stuff into my new flat and then going home and getting online at that time.-