going... up?

so... i can't help it... i have to talk about the elevators in my apartment building. this isn't one of those "i've run out of things to blog about" situations... these are definitely blog-worthy elevators.

so, i usually try to keep my "whereabouts" on the down-low online... 'cause frankly, people are creepy... but i will tell you this much: i live on the 14th floor of some building east of the mississippi (as easy as that is to spell out-loud... it just doesn't look right). my daily ritual consists of walking down the hall, arriving at these elevators, taking them down to the main floor, checking my mail-box, finding it empty (since no one has this address), and going back up. so me and the elevators have become well acquainted. HOWEVER...

whoever designed this building must have been on drugs... or was really eager to mess with people!

there are three elevators to choose from. elevator #1 goes up to the 16th floor where there is an outdoor pool on the roof (cool. except for it's about the size of my bathtub). that one also can be taken down to the parking garage. elevator #2 can also be taken to the parking garage, but not to the pool. and elevator #3 can only go as far down as the main floor (again, no pool access). so... as confusing as this is, it wouldn't be that bad if there was a specific up/down button for each elevator, right? of course you would be provided with an option such as this, if you were going to have such WACKY elevators, right? umm... well... no.

so... rather than dragging this on -- like my experience trying to get the right freaking elevator to come -- i'll just skip to the point. it's a guessing game. you don't get to choose. most of the time, my trip to the pool consists of pushing the "up" button, getting in elevator #3 on the 14th floor, going up to the 15th floor, getting off, pushing the "up" button again, NOW elevator #1 comes (because it has no choice... there's only one that can go up from this point), i get in... go up one more floor, and get out at the pool. going to the garage is a similar ordeal.

needless to say... i don't go out much.