The elevator, part two.

For those who read yesterday's elevator realization and were curious as to what occurred to me today while I went up the elevator, be curious no more. As I was going up the elevator, I realized "...today is the day before Thanksgiving. There's going to be almost no one in the office." And then my brain, ever so helpful, offered up the most devious of smiles and declared "I COULD DRINK ALL THE COFFEE."

I would like to point out that the elevator ride is very short. I go up seven floors, yes, but usually no one interrupts the elevator's journey, and it goes rather quickly. Also, the elevator is fairly new. It is not old and decrepit or anything like that, and it does not have fumes leaking in from, say, the local 'We Make You Crazy! Chemical Shoppe'. It's a nice elevator that happens to make some funny noises, and it's really not the elevator's fault that it sends me into little nervous titters.

I dislike that elevator. Well, I hate all four of the elevators. Or three of the four elevators; I've never been by myself in the last one. ^.^

And no, I did not drink all the coffee. I haven't even had a cup yet. Although I'm considering it now, because nothing goes better with lasagna bolognese than a nice cup of coffee. Yum.

We're getting kicked out of the building by three. I'm not sure why, since the building is open until six, but we were all asked to leave at three. Pfft. Like anyone is going to complain.