Door Close

Alright, so I skipped lunch yesterday. I got to work late, and it was in my best interest to simply not take a lunch break. But I'm back today, in better health, and with a fine topic to write about.

If there's one thing I've picked up in all my time here, it's that the "door close" buttons in the elevators at 625 Broadway do absolutely nothing. That's not to say there is no door close function on the elevators; it just isn't operated by the button, which is strictly ornamental.

As far as I've gathered, it works something like this: You walk towards the elevators, and see one open. As you make your way towards it, the elevator picks up your brain waves, reads them, and determines that you are making to enter it. At that point, the door close system kicks in, and the doors seal dramatically just before you get there to stop them. It's a brilliantly designed, external elevator door closing system. You can stand inside the elevator and mash on the button until it shatters into a million pieces, and those doors will stubbornly remain open, until the end of time.

I have yet to try the door open button. I'm afraid it will release a deadly neurotoxin and abridge my life, and frankly it's not worth the risk.

Joy to the world! Friday is come! Let Earth receive her...well, you get the idea. I love Fridays now. I love them more than I ever used to. Like I've said before, I don't hate my job. However, the arrival of the weekend is wonderful because I get to take a break. I can sleep in, do what I want, and I don't even have to worry about homework. Even school never allowed me to look forward so to Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday. If this is what Real Life is like, bring it on.

I refuse to do yardwork when I grow up. Either someone else will do it for me, or I'll just live in a concrete haven free of all flora. Take that, weeds and leaves. You will never plague my life. And no, I'm not grown up yet. Real grown-ups don't carry lightsabers in their backpacks. Except even when I am grown up, I probably still will. Better safe than sorry.

Long live Ramen.