Singing Loudly

Let me start by saying that I love elevators and I don't desire to work at a big firm. In high school, I chose a psychology experiment that sought to learn which sex and which races spoke more in elevators. At amusement parks I enjoy the fall away elevator rides. Riding up and down elevators is just a nice pastime for me. Now, I get to travel to the top floor of my building each day. Each day I get to ride eight floors in the elevator. Enjoyable? Of course.

Today I was given the task of running errands, in addition to writing memos dealing with "moral turpitude," to various firms. Specifically, the errand running was delivering thank you packages to pro bono attorneys from two very large firms: Baker & McKinie and Vinson and Elkins. These two firms are located in the same downtown skyrise.

Now the first one was located on the 23rd floor. Who cares! I saw the little screen that showed news headlines, but not for long. 23rd floor, pssh. That's nothing but silliness. Then I had to go back down to the ground floor to go to the next elevator bank. The final firm was located on the 30s floors. I hoped onto the elevator and rode my way up to 38. Talk about good times. I could see the screen changing, had a conversation with the ladies who are legal assistants, and did a crossword puzzle. Can someone get me a job at one of these places? I don't care if I have to work 160 hours a week, I'll do it. If that means I can spend half the time riding up and down the 38 floors it is good enough for me.