For more than three years of working and striving hard to live peacefully (?), today was the very first time I got stuck inside the elevator. I was the only person on the elevator when that happened. I just wished there’s a good-looking man that time whom I can talk to. 😀 Unfortunate indeed. I tell you, it’s CREEPY! You cannot count on the lights inside that tiny space. Malay mo there will be some ghost who will be whispering in your ears. EERIE. Of course, that’s just a product of watching horror movies. I didn’t think about that actually. My concern that time was how to get out of that tiny space and if ever I will be filing a leave (go home and sleep) because of that incident.
Whenever the elevator make a shit like that, all you need to do is press the call button and ask for help. Yeah, the one that will connect to whoever operates it. But the CALL BUTTON was out of service! Kaya pala walang ilaw ‘yon. I pressed it so many times out of frustration. Then I resorted in sending a text message to my officemate who’s already busy working on his station. I was lucky, I didn’t have a single load! Heh! Imagine my day starting with that kind of thing. Then I sat for awhile then go back pressing the call button and of course, I tried to open the door. 😀 After that, I knocked the door loudly and calling out Kuya, Kuya, Kuya (referring to Security Guards)!
On a more serious note, I didn’t panic and just stayed calm for 10 minutes or so. I don’t know why calmness stayed with me. I was surprised that I didn’t even get angry on that incident. Then the security guards came, talked for a while and just smiled at them. I’m just happy that the incident didn’t affect my mood for the day. I’m grateful for that. 🙂
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