Damn the door....or the ambiguity of door etiquette.

Actually I will do the same in elevators - as soon as I am in I press the "close"
button. I dislike elevators anyway and the less people are in it, the better!!

I do make up for my rude behavior with regular doors though and will hold them open for the person behind me, regardless if it takes a bit longer or not.

Hey, I remember you!

Yeah, I remember thinking in the dream that he probably thought I was rude, too, but he was wrong.

Okay, Mame, tell the truth. You probably press all the floor buttons right before you get off, too, don't you.

And I you, Reyn... why do you think I pressed Close?

Eva, only when I'm sending the elevator back to the main floor.

You are evil.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Not so much....one tends to go by the elevator button.....


Which can be very confusing when the lifts in the older building I work in decide that the number lit up in the lift has no relationship to where you are.

The other day, it regularly (as I finally worked out) took you to the floor BELOW the one you asked for and the one it displayed.

I figured it fairly quickly. But, as it goes up to level 8 and down to Lower Ground (that lift has no level 1, because of the weird mezzanine thing...we start with ground in in Oz...so our First floor is your second) I was worrying about where the level 8 and lower grounders were ending up. Felt like there was a good SF story in it.)

Speaking of lifts, WHAT is with the people waiting for the lift forcing their way through the people trying to get out thing?


It doesn't happen all that much where I work, but it does happen more and more, I note.

I recall a time when I did it myself, when I worked in a hospital and was both REALLY pissed off and really anxious to get the hell done what I had to do, and get the hell out.

I only realized when I got off at the floor I needed to that I had actually very rudely forced my way through a bunch of people getting off the lift.....these images of myself doing that, and the looks on the faces of the people I was almost pushing aside only trickled into my consciousness then!!!


That was one of those odd situations anyway.

I had official study leave, and needed to be out the door dead on time to walk up a long steep hill, retrieve my car, and get to miles away where I needed to be.

A call from one of my areas came just as I wa sleaving.

Now....there was a perfectly good system for such moments...there was a duty worker who would normally have handled it.

Said duty worker was standing behind me in admin as I was hanging up my beeper and getting ready to run.

This particualr person was the weirdest, laziest, most incompetent human being I have ever worked with. She was known to all and sundry as Tinkerbell.

She is the kind of person who, at 9.00 am on the morning of her half day duty would be calling the afternoon duty worker (who took over at 1.00) to try to get them to handle any remotely demanding duty work that came in because (in her special high, wheedling voice) "I would feel SOOOOOO bad if I couldn't finish it and I had to hand it over to you half done, that would be so terrible......falsetto giggle."

I instantly weighed up how long it would take me to get her to do her job (30 to 40 minutes at least was my assessment) vs how quickly I might be able to do it myself......15 minutes, I thought.

Hence the hurry and the bad mood.


I still felt terrible when I realised how terrible my manners had been.

ahh ha ha ha Ya got me rabbit. I only just realised there are no buildings in your town tall enough for elevators.

Ha ha very funny jokes on me.

Marsupial brain.

Oh, silly me....oxymoron.