Yesterday I was stuck in an elevator

That title is not a metaphor or untrue at all. I was at work at Clik Clak, working under the capitalist regime, and I wanted to go to the bathroom. So I took the key and walked down the hall only to see that it was being cleaned. The nice cleaning lady told me to just go downstairs. I went to the elevator and couldn't find the stairs, so I just took it down a flight. I did my business, and on the way back to the elevator, I started thinking to myself, "This is one of those things that could be linked to fate, like I had to go to the bathroom the exact moment that it was being cleaned. So if like, something blows up or falls from the ceiling where I would have been standing, I wasn't there because I just had to go to the bathroom." I thought this until I got into the elevator, pushed the button, felt a little shake and then it stopped. And then I thought, "Huh. Shit."

I don't know if any of you have ever been stuck in an elevator, but it's really not that bad. I stood around for a while and pushed a lot of buttons. Eventually I pushed the phone button and talked to a nice man that said this wasn't the first time this building has had this happen. That made me comforted, then a little frightened. About 15 minutes later, after going through cool day dreams of being rescued by a fire brigade, the elevator just went up and opened. I got up and went back to packing candy into little tin containers for capitalists.

Tomorrow I'm going up to Minds Eye to watch Ed transfer over a feature film and talk about how we hate bureaucracy and capitalists. It's gonna be fun. I call him a renegade editor.

Tomorrow I also make the transition from Matt's to Christophe's. He just got some fish, so it's probably good that I'm moving in with him, because otherwise all he would do is talk to the fish.

That's pretty much all for now.

Thanks for reading,

Peace,

Asher