After four years of working in the ABC Riverside building, I've learned a few things about our elevators.
The first, but not oddest, is that we have a strange gentlemen's code enforced here... the women get off the elevator first. I don't care if your right there crammed next to the doors. You somehow and someway move aside and let everyone off. Is it condescending? Or is this just another example of the strange modern dichotomy of the "equality" of the sexes?
The second is... always take the second elevator. (Fitting that this is number two on the list, eh?). Standing in the elevator bank on the first floor in the morning is a crap shoot. How many people will get on your elevator and, more importantly, how many floors will you have to endure before you get to your destination. I work on the eighth floor... so the seven-stop tour is the worst.
The key to getting around this is to wait for those elusive second elevators. Here's how it works. One elevator door opens. And everyone and their mother rushes for it. Then, the damn elevator sits there open for another three minutes - while even more people pile on.
MEANWHILE, a second elevator door will open... but only for the briefest of seconds. For some odd reason, it closes mere seconds after opening. Almost as if the system were like, "crap, we already have an elevator open down here! Let's send it to the top floor and screw everyone!" If you can get on this, the unicorn of elevators, it will be a speedy trip to your destination. Unless a second-floor worker gets on...
Which brings me to my next gripe. If you work on the first three floors of the building, or you're moving from one floor to the next... take the damn steps. The worst is when someone makes the elevator stop on two just to get off on three. Lug that sorry bum up the stairs. It's good for you.
Plus, the second floor is another nexus point. People from the Disney lot pour over the bridge and congregate on the second floor waiting for elevators. SO even if you did catch that elusive second-floor elevator, you just got screwed.
The first, but not oddest, is that we have a strange gentlemen's code enforced here... the women get off the elevator first. I don't care if your right there crammed next to the doors. You somehow and someway move aside and let everyone off. Is it condescending? Or is this just another example of the strange modern dichotomy of the "equality" of the sexes?
The second is... always take the second elevator. (Fitting that this is number two on the list, eh?). Standing in the elevator bank on the first floor in the morning is a crap shoot. How many people will get on your elevator and, more importantly, how many floors will you have to endure before you get to your destination. I work on the eighth floor... so the seven-stop tour is the worst.
The key to getting around this is to wait for those elusive second elevators. Here's how it works. One elevator door opens. And everyone and their mother rushes for it. Then, the damn elevator sits there open for another three minutes - while even more people pile on.
MEANWHILE, a second elevator door will open... but only for the briefest of seconds. For some odd reason, it closes mere seconds after opening. Almost as if the system were like, "crap, we already have an elevator open down here! Let's send it to the top floor and screw everyone!" If you can get on this, the unicorn of elevators, it will be a speedy trip to your destination. Unless a second-floor worker gets on...
Which brings me to my next gripe. If you work on the first three floors of the building, or you're moving from one floor to the next... take the damn steps. The worst is when someone makes the elevator stop on two just to get off on three. Lug that sorry bum up the stairs. It's good for you.
Plus, the second floor is another nexus point. People from the Disney lot pour over the bridge and congregate on the second floor waiting for elevators. SO even if you did catch that elusive second-floor elevator, you just got screwed.
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