YOU FELL in love with the thrill of reaching out to something, of being a triumphant being, of defeating time itself. But inside your head, you only have one wish: let the elevator be available for you not to be late again.
An available, working, and sometimes empty elevator doesn’t happen that often especially during rush hour. The building is full of people who use it on their way to the nearby mall or restaurant or just because they want to breathe in fresh air outside the confines of their office. But if you’re running late, it can be considered a blessing from above for your wish to be heard. There’s sweat and blame and reasoning going on. Images pop in your head every time: your boss reminding you of the Code of Ethics of the company for tardiness; the guard who doesn’t miss the chance to inquire what went wrong; and your conscience itself silently telling you that you’re better than this.
Shift: 9 A.M. – 6 P.M.
Ground floor: 8:55 A.M.
4th floor: 8:57 A.M.
9th floor: 8:59 A.M.
Time in: 8:59 A.M.
“This will never happen again” you would say. “I promise.”
And it’s a good thing that you work on the 9th floor. Can you imagine the struggle of those assigned on the 32nd floor?