I had a panic attack in the elevator yesterday morning and got to be the jerk no one liked. There are three elevators here. Yesterday morning at 7:15am, only one was operational. There were hundreds of people trying to make their way down 18 floors. With one elevator. I got on at 18 and proceeded to stop at every floor along the way. When we hit 6, I was losing it. The people in the elevator all seemed to know each other so every time we stopped it was 'oh hi bill, come on in, we'll fit'. But at 6 when they tried that shit I shouted NO. NO MORE. The dirty looks I got. Of course some douchebag had to whisper to his friend about taking the stairs and exercise. To which I loudly said "if i didn't have leg nerve damage, I would take the stairs'. Silence for the next five floors. FUCK. YOU. DOUCHEBAG. I walked out of that elevator unable to breathe and heart pounding.
So that's how my day started.
The day itself was okay. Got through day 3 of class, no problems there. I did leave one of my cables behind in the classroom I discovered unfortunately. At least I am hoping I did. If I get back to class this morning and it's not there I am going to be pissed.
Had italian for dinner. Was okay. Not my favorite meal this week. I have two more dinners and plenty of options.
When I got back to the hotel, still only one elevator working. Motherfucker. I stayed in my room the whole rest of the night as a result. All I heard all night was that poor one elevator working its little heart out trying to keep up with the demand.
Went to bed around 10. Slept better at least. 3 more days and I am home.
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