So at my work, it is kind of an unspoken rule that floors 1-3 have to take the stairs (obviously floor 1 doesn't count) so they don't clog up the elevators - we have 8 floors so stopping at all the floors can get annoying (think of the movie ELF and you got the picture). Same rule applies going down. Well today I took the elevator down (big big no no) and I got the look - the one that says "really... you are really going to take the elevator down 3 floors...you can't walk down 3 floors?!?!" Well to this I responded by pushing my tiny pregnant belly out as far out as I could to say in unspoken words "See you shits, I am pregnant..so in your effin face."
In all honesty I had a meeting from 10-12 and had 5 minutes to grab lunch for my meeting from 12-1 followed by you guessed it another meeting. And one more excuse, my hands were full with my laptop, phone, note book and calculator.
I know I used my pregnancy for evil - bad, bad me...but seriously we have 8 elevators and I didn't slow them down that much. And I was hungry.
After a long day, nothing was more fitting than to come home and have a dance party with miss Emily to non other than Meatloaf, Bat Out of Hell, Meatloaf. My husband even got in on the action and said he like the music (surprising to say the least). I recommend you take a moment, revisit the past and pull up some Meatloaf and have a good time being ridiculous. Might just play it at my desk tomorrow to see how many people think I am absolutely insane ;)
Have a great night everyone - and if you can have a dance party and take the elevator whenever you darn well please!!!
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