Today was crazy busy, but at least I have a sort of funny story out of it. I was headed into the elevator to go back to my office after my first crack-of-dawn meeting and managed to be a vistim of what appears to be upside down elevator doors. Crazily, the sensing eye for the elevators is not at knee height, but is rather about 6'6" high. Of course, hardly anyone in the building is that tall but most of us are smart enough to not linger in the doors.
This morning I was in the middle of the pack of people piling in, with a coffee cup in one hand and my laptop in the other. The door natrually slammed into the arm with the coffee, sloshing it all over my shirt, pants, hair and laptop. After the obligatory questions about my health (yes, I'm not made of glass and can survive a hit to the arm) the giggling and jokes started. We all agreed that I would take the stairs for the rest of the day, just in case the elevator held a grudge.
