craveytrain

I ride 2 elevators at least twice a day (not including lunch). 1 from the garage to the ground level and 1 from the ground level up to my office. Riding elevators is pretty old bag for me. I know when to push my own buttons or to ask the person in front of the panel to hit them for me so as to not invade their personal space. I know where to stand in the elevator no matter how many people and of whatever gender are in it. Strangly enough, it’s very similar to the urinal rules but add women to the mix.

But the one thing I don’t get is what to look at when you are in the elevator. This seems like a silly question at first. Why does it matter what you look at? Have you have ever been in an elevator, watched the person getting in the elevator, watched their eyes to make eye contact and nod, smile or make other gestures of greeting and after a while realize you are staring at a stranger in the elevator. Even if they look now, how weird is that? You have been staring at them since they got in the elevator. No, that’s not creepy “Mr. unshaven t-shirt and jeans” in an elevator of suits. Even worse is when you make eye contact with the person getting in, expecting a greeting smile (maybe even a nod or a hello if they are especially friendly), but instead get a dead pan look and frequent fertive suspicious glances for the rest of your time in that box. It can make those few seconds seem an eternity. I actually start sweating when this happens.

Again, urinal regime would dictate you look straight ahead, and most of the time it’s that simple. You just look straight ahead at the door awaiting it’s opening. Sure, it feels a little awkward and very unfriendly, but you don’t get the “get the hell away from me creepy unshaven guy” look. So it would appear this is the lesser of 2 evils. However, the 2nd elevator I take up to the office has a full front wall of very polished mirrored steel. So when you look straight ahead, you see a reflection of everything behind you. Today that would be a woman who very obviously thought I was staring at her in the reflection. I focused to her in the reflection after a gruff sigh from behind me and I see a scowl unbecoming of a scoundal, much less a young lady. What do I do now? Do I confess I wasn’t looking at her? Too late, she’ll never believe it. Nevermind, just wait it out. As the doors opened, I shook my head and walked out of the box of awkward hell. I am really stumped as to what I could have done better.

I get people asking me all the time why don’t I blog more? Lemme tell ya why. Cause I don’t want to be just another asshole with a voice. There are a lot of blogs out there. And a lot of them simply say “YEAH! <insert quote from article> <link to article>” While I do that from time to time with stuff that I feel is obscure and would otherwise go missed to my reader base, for the most part I try to keep to my standards of being original and only posting when I have something worth reading to say. Unfortunately, being original isn’t really a forte of mine, so that leaves me to a couple updates a month on average. It’s all about quality over quantity people.

So then another point was brought up to me. I just moved, have my own place, the softball team I am on is doing great (relatively speaking) and in the words of herself, I have a fantastic girlfriend. I have plenty to talk about. But honestly, do you people really want to read about my big new apartment, the softball team’s winning streak (2 officially counts as a streak) or the fact that the girlie made me dinner tonight? Aside from my mom, I’m pretty sure the answer is a resounding no.

Well, I let my domain expire, so if for some odd reason you had been trying to hit this site in the last couple days and you couldn’t, that’s why. I got it all taken care of (as evidenced by you being able to read this).