So, last night at work.  We work late on Tuesdays every week, but for some reason, building maintenance decided to unexpectedly and suddenly schedule repair work on our bathrooms last night.  The problem being, of course, that there were still 20 of us or so in the office, and we were going to be there for a few hours and quite probably need to use the bathrooms at some point.

Our building also has pretty tight security for some odd reason, so we have elevator keycards that we swipe that only clear us up to our floors so we can’t get to any other floors.  And the stairwells are locked too, so if you take the stairs, it’s an express walk all the way down to the street-level. 

Thankfully, they told us they unlocked the doors on the 40th floor, so we could go down one floor and use their bathrooms.  However, they failed to mention they only unlocked the stairwell near the women’s bathroom.  The one next to the men’s room?  Not so much with the being unlocked. 

Yeah.  Guess who was standing in the stairwell pounding on the door for five minutes, trying to get let in on the 40th floor?  Guess who figured he was going to have to hike all the way downstairs?  Did I mention that I work on the 41st floor? 

Thankfully, the door on 34 was slightly open like someone hadn’t closed it properly, so I managed to pry it open and wander through the law offices there, asking people where their elevators were so I could get back up to my floor.  And I didn’t even have it as bad as one of my co-workers, who apparently did have to walk all the way down to the street-level—she said it took her 15 minutes and, even though she’s a runner, her legs were all rubbery and shaky after she got downstairs.

So if there’s ever a fire or an earthquake and they shut down power to the building but we have to evacuate, I am so screwed.