Saturday, February 7, 2009

"Take The Stairs"


So, I work at a law firm. I work full-time at said law firm, I work sitting down for seven and a half hours and I'm afraid that I'm going to get pneumonia from all this sitting down. I try to get up now and then and walk to the bathroom or to the kitchen for some exercise, but it just doesn't seem to cut it. I expressed my concern to one of my co-workers and she told me I should take the stairs when going between floors. Now, mind you, the firm I work for has two floors and sometimes it is necessary to go to the other floor to get or drop off a document. I usually do this by using the elevator because the stairs are just so out of the way. But with my new resolve to not get pneumonia, I decided I would take the stairs. So, as I walk out the door to the stairwell and it closes behind me, I forget that it is locked by a passcode. Luckily they told me the passcode on my first day...right? Right? Let me see here....Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep...move the handle...nope...no good. Maybe it was the other way around? Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep...come on, handle! Blasted handle! Maybe the code works on the other floor! So I go down the stairs to the other floor and try my hand at the keypad. Beep, beep, beep, beep...NOOOOOOO! Wait! Maaaaybe if I called my friend Jennifer and asked her what the passcode is, all my problems would be solved! Brilliant! I pull out my phone only to realize that no phone is going to get reception in between 20 feet of brick and mortar! So, I have two options: 1.) Stand outside the door and hope and pray that someone shares my fear of either gaining weight or getting pneumonia and they come outside the door to find the creepy new guy standing out there waiting for them or 2.) Walk all the way down to the first floor and take the elevator all the way back up. Well, I figure my second option would be the best in the way of exercise and so, I walked down every flight of stairs until, finally I reached the bottom floor. I then marched into the elevator and back into the office as if nothing happened. But I can't say I didn't get what I wanted.