Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Need a lift?
I know that I have been cursed with spectacularly bad lift karma. I'm serious, it's like, really BAD lift karma. I don't know what I did to elevators in my past life, like press all the buttons in the Empire State Building lifts, but whatever it was, apparently I'm paying it all back.Imagine waiting at the lift lobby of the Old Admin Block, with one lift at Level 3 and the other just closed and headed upwards (without you, of course). What are the odds that the lift that you just missed will inch its way up to Level 7, stay there for what seems like aeons, inch its way down to Level 4, stop for another 1872149637864 light-years, and still reach you before the one that was on Level 3?
When you're with me, apparently the odds even out to 1-1.
And who else gets to enter a lift full of undergrads full of stellar 'A' level grades where the lift door closes and all the people outside staring at us incredulously as we stare right back. It takes me 1 second to realise that the lift was not moving because no one pressed the '4' button. This, when there are only 2 buttons--'1' and '4'. All the more unforgivable considering that just before the lift came down, no one thought to press the button to call it down. Except ME, who just arrived.
I let out a loud sigh and reached over. Someone quickly pressed the button, saving the bunch of us from any further goggling.
From the back I heard some random genius say:
"Actually, if someone press the button up there it would still go up, right?"
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT
Like HELL I'm going to stand in there squished in that stuffy lift with you all and WAIT for someone to press the button up there while I slowly asphyxiate to death. In all likelihood by the time someone presses that button, when it comes up and the doors open, the lucky fella will be greeted by a whole bunch of stiffs falling out of that glass coffin.
I shan't even go into what happens with my house lift on a daily basis.
Needless to say, my reputation for bad luck with lifts has spread far and wide to the point that the moment my colleagues over at the other side see me waiting at the lift, they ask me to take the stairs.
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So when I received the sms from Tian Hwee warning us that "Lift not fixed yet!", I inwardly groaned at having to climb 7 storeys' worth of stairs (I work on the 6th level, however, some flights are longer, so it's about 7 storeys) but put it down to the elevator god's personal grudge against me.
BUT! I knew of another way to get up (ah, the advantages of having spent 6 years here). So I headed over to AS3, where I could take the lift up to the 4th storey, and then cross over the rooftop to AS7, where I'd only need to climb 4 storeys! Congratulating myself on finally outsmarting the elevator gods, I pressed the button calling the lift down.
Except. this. lift. was. also. spoilt.
/sigh
If you can't beat them, join them.
Or grow a pair of wings.
Or take levitation courses.
Labels: bad lift karma
Posted by yuene at 5:27 PM
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Well done, fucktards.
Prime Minister's Officehttp://www.channelnewsasia
Senior Minister, PMO
http://app.sprinter.gov.sg
You know, if you have nothing better to say, then DON'T. You guys just came across as rude and ungracious, not above a low blow even at the death of an enemy--and goddamn if that wasn't beyond low.
Thanks for giving us a reminder of why you will never be truly great leaders.