That elevator is going to be my sad undoing, I tell you. It’s just been getting progressively worse, every time they “fix” it. There were “out of order” signs on and off of it all last night, in addition to the worsening creaks and groans, and the power seemed to fluctuate when I asked it to take me to the 6th floor. Sometimes I had to force the doors open, because they didn’t open on their own, and this morning I’ve been actually hearing the thing running– groaning, rather– as the repairman works on it. The ride is getting progressively more bumpy, too. Worrisome.
More worrisome is that it seems (except for last night, when the power cut out and I decided to take the stairs) that I’m more afraid of working up a sweat than I am of falling six floors in an elevator shaft. Hmm.
In other news, my trip to Cambodia has been pushed back until this coming Tuesday/Wednesday, owing to some.. extenuating circumstances. Yeah.