Good Thing My Parents Didn't Name Me Grace...

This is too funny not to post about.

Last week I went and team interpreted with one of my favorite people at InterWest, Miss Dawn!

The building where we worked together had a secured elevator, the kind where you have to swipe your employee ID card to get both ON and OFF the elevator. This fact was unbeknownst to me because we were in a big group of people escorted down to the room where we would be working, so I didn't notice the escort swipe his ID card. When the appointment was over, Dawn stayed behind to work a little longer, because I had to leave early for another appointment. I pressed the button for the elevator, and the doors opened. I got in and pressed the floor I needed AND.....

NOTHING HAPPENED.

I pressed the button again. NADA.

I tried other floors. The elevator didn't budge, nor did any buttons light up.

I'm not a clausterphobe, but I started to panic. It was hot in the gol' durn thing, and I started to sweat from nervousness, and the fact that it was hot in there.

I tried the phone button to try and talk to someone, ANYONE. I got the stupid "We're sorry, this number had been disconnected or is no longer in service".

!!!!!!!!

What the $#@%?? It's not a phone line, it's a emergency call button to say "I'm stuck!"

My last resort was the alarm button, and by looking at my watch, I had been in there over 5 minutes and little did I realize I was crying! So I pressed the dumb thing and hoped for the best.

Then I heard a ding, and as the door opened I looked to see who my rescuer was, and lo and behold it was Dawn, who saw me with the panicked look on my face, and she started laughing....

Har Har. Go ahead, laugh all you want at my expense.


Then TODAY happened. I was leaving an appointment while walking down the stairs, talking to a client. I tripped over my pants and fell down 4-5 stairs. Unintentionally (I'm still working on this one) a four-letter word escaped my mouth in the process.

Heavens to Betsy, was I embarrassed.