What Goes Up, Must Come Down
The constant humming of the elevator told me that it was still trying to find its way down to level 1 where I was waiting.
It was early in the morning (almost 10) and I was wondering what I would actually do that day at Bond University. No students would visit me, because there were no students. And no project meeting would await me, because there were no projects. I had not even lecture that day. I decided that I probably will listen to the murmur of the air conditioning for some time before heading home again.
Suddenly I wondered whether the dead cockroach on level 5 would still be there, as it had been on the previous day and the one before that. If so, I should give it a name. "George", that would be appropriate.
Ping. The elevator opened its doors and - like so many times before - I nonchalantly got in, pressed the button for level 5 and leaned onto the wall, all in one movement. I hardly noticed someone behind me.
"Level 6 please". A young, female voice.
Bond Management, I thought, and immediately regretted not to have taken the elevator on the other end of the arch. But that had been recently infected by marketing droids, so it was to be avoided at all costs.
I wondered what Dr. House would do. I glanced at her. Very well dressed, very attractive, and still smiling. She definitely did not work here. Job interview, obviously.
"You look sooo like management." I said in my coldest voice, already facing the door again.
"Thank you!", she chirped back.
Level 4. Elevator humming.
"Wait. Was this a compliment or an insult?". She had turned in my direction. I was positively surprised by her reaction and responded with the siamese smile. The years of practicing paid off now.
Ping. Level 5.
"I have to leave you alone with this.", I hissed through my teeth. Timely, the doors opened and I got out. I could feel her glare in my back until the shutting doors cut that off. The cozily familar mumbling of the aircon had me again.
"Hi George! Still here?". Yes, he was still here, still lying on his back and all his legs peacefully crossed.
I headed towards my office, satisfied with myself having saved a young woman's soul. And I would swear I did limp a bit.