HAHAHA.. I have such bad luck.. ELEVATOR FIASCO!

It was about 7:30, I was in class, it was the break.. I thought to myself.. there's so much I need to do before Max comes over as per Monday night usual around 9:30.. clarinet, sax, call mom, astronomy quiz, read.. and I thought.. I haven't done the reading for this half of the class anyway so I might as well leave now and skip the next hour.. and I've been doing a lot skipping without much care.. but... for some reason I really felt like I shouldn't....
I thought it was an intuition about something missing something I'd need for the midterm...
That wasn't it..
But I really should have trusted my intuition

I stepped onto my apartment elevator shortly after 8:00 pm and pressed floor 5... just after the elevator passed floor 2.. it suddenly stopped.
*Oh shit*
No matter what buttons I pressed, nothing happened.
I pressed the "Help" button, as I held it down the light with the words "if this light is blinking, help is on the way" would blink.
My cell phone got absolutely no reception.

For the first half hour I was gripped with a strange claustrophobic paranoia, clutching the handrailing imagining the elevator somehow plunging to the basement like in a movie.

After that, I settled down with my book.. confident that help was on its way.

After a couple of hours, it started to get cold.. really cold.. I started to panic a little bit, actually I started to freak out a little bit... I punched the wall a couple of times and then put some BSB in my ear for comfort and sung out loud for about an hour..
I read about 150 pages in my book.. shivering, starving, really REALLY REALLY glad that I felt no urge to pee.

Around midnight I started thinking maybe I should press the alarm button.. but I didn't want to wake up the whole building.. no point if "help was on its way".. these things always take hours.. on tv anyway (yeah, I'm a moron)

By about 2 o'clock in the morning, as I started to contemplate the idea of being stuck in that elevator until morning.. I started to have another mild panic attack.. I started writing text messages for the comfort of typing "I've been stuck in this elevator for 6 hours, I want to die, I'm so cold" and I thought.. well you can see a little bit through that fan in the ceiling, the one blowing cold air at me.. I stretched my arm up as far as it could go and waited and waited while it tried to send to Max.. and.. IT SENT.. I thought it must be lying to me.. I thought.. HOPE!!! I tried sending another one more along the lines of "please help me somehow" (incase the first wasn't clear enough on that point) and tried the same message again... and it wouldn't send... and I kept trying.. and FINALLY IT SENT.. no idea whether Max was actually getting my messages.. I started crying and kicking the elevator door...

And kept kicking the elevator door.. until about an hour later.. around 3 am I heard voices... VOICES!!!!!!! I figured whoever lived on that floor right outside the elevator had heard me kicking... so I started yelling HELLO??

To cut to the end.. Max got my messages and called the fire department and they came and pried open the door and hauled me out (the elevator had stopped below the landing).. and I sobbed with relief as the firemen took my information and said consoling things like "7 hours?!?! Oh you poor thing"

I took the stairs up to my floor and called Max to let him know I was ok and to thank him for saving my ass... I'm calm now, but I half sobbed half laughed a little hysterically for about half an hour straight after my emancipation.
-I have never been so happy to see people in my entire life-

I just got a knock on my door... the man who's filling in for the superintendant apologising lol

I'm still shivering.

7 hours alone in a cold elevator..

.. fuck