OK, so I guess I should start at the begining.
On thursday I got off school a little early, so I stopped off at Rogers to pick up Brendon from work. He was ready to go, so we left right away for home. We got on the elevator, got up to the 11th floor, and then… nothing happened. The doors didn’t open, we pushed all the buttons and pushed on the door but no dice. We were trapped. We called the emergency line, and they called the building managers who couldn’t fix the problem so they dispatched a mechanic. In the mean time the managers came up to see if we were o.k. She let slip during our through the door conversation that this elevator had trapped 3 OTHER PEOPLE in the past week. WHY THE FUCK IS IT NOT SHUT DOWN THEN. So I figured that after this 3rd incident, they would close it until it got fixed properly. So anyways we say in this elevator for 45 minutes (which is a little scary, knowing that you’re suspended 11 stories up in a tiny, tiny room which you can’t get out of. ) and we drank the starbucks coffee that I had and read “In The Penal Colony”. Finally the elevator started moving and we went up then down than back up before it let us off. When I went downstairs later, I saw that the elevator was in use again, so I figured that because the mechanic had come to save us, they had probably fixed whatever the problem was too.
SO last night was saturday night, and I take a break from my intense essay writing and exam studying to go to a friend from work’s B-day party. It was in Kitsalano which was pretty cool because I hadn’t been over that way before. I want to live in that area. Anyways, we went to a Mexican place for Margaritas and such, but I didn’t know anyone except the birthday boy, and I was pretty shy. Plus the place was really loud and I couldn’t even hear half of what everyone was talking about, it wasn’t much fun. I went out for some fresh air at one point and the guy I knew was out there having a smoke. We talked for a couple minutes, but then he turned his head and just threw up everywhere. It wasn’t really a big deal, I just turned around and let him do his thing. It was probably just eating too much mexican food combined with a couple margaritas. I think he was really embarrassed though, he wouldn’t look me in the eyes the rest of the night.
When it came time to leave, there wasn’t enough room in the cab for everyone, so I volunteered to take the bus because I seriously don’t mind bussing and everyone else seems to have this big problem with it. The only problem is that I got off at the wrong bus stop to get there and had to walk like 10 blocks. (Where on my walk this one homeless dude harassed me to smoke a joint with him. I was like “sorry man, I am really late so I gotta go” and I ran away really fast. I should have told him that it’s not a habit of mine to smoke up with creepy homeless guys) Needless to say though, I could not find a bus stop because I had NO idea where I was. I walked the wrong way entirely, and finally ended up near Granville island, so I walked along the bus route but none came, so I had walked all the way from Kits to Granville island. I called bus link and no bus was coming for 40 minutes, so I ended up just walking home. It was a long walk.
I stop at Rogers again to get my keys from Brendon so I can go home, I’m tired and sad I had a bunk night. I go home to relax and wait for B to bring home some movies. I get into the elevator and GET STUCK AGAIN. On the 11th floor. This time I’m all alone. I try to call the emergency people with the phone in the elevator but I guess its after hours and there’s no answer. I was SO lucky I had my cell phone on me, I usually don’t carry it with me because Brendon uses it too and its with him most of the time. But I called 911 and they sent the fire department and then I called Brendon at work and cried for a couple minutes. The firemen got there pretty quick, but couldn’t get me out. The fiddled around for about half an hour, and Brendon got home within that time and stood outside the door talking to me. Finally they took a huge crowbar to the door and got me out. I was so pissed, I am never taking that elevator again. Ever.
I want to move really bad.