You know how there are some mornings when you just don't want to get up? Much less put the energy into getting ready to go to work? 5 more minutes. 5 more minutes.
Well I get up and drive my groggy ass to work, hit the elevator button and it won't light up. Everyone else's elevator button lights up. How embarassing. I try again and no lighty as the five other people in the elevator look on. So I look through my messenger bag pretending to have forgotten something in the car.
Damn, forgot it.
I get off and try another – this time empty – elevator and my button still doesn't work. Bitches.
I ask the security guard and he tells me my company is on strike. My floor is closed and I can't go up.
Whaaaaaaaaaa?
I missed that memo. I call the few numbers I have with me and no answer.
Oh well, I tried. Time for the mall and a new pair of shoes. I have a hunch the closed office has more to do with today being International Workers' Day and less with a strike. Nice going white security guard. You don't know!
Apparently, neither did I.
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