Damn this elevator is slow. I looked up at the floor numbers. Nineteen…twenty….twenty one… they incremented so slowly. Each time the elevator ascended a floor, it gave an annoying beep as the red numbers updated.
I must have been here for ten minutes. My goodness. I had nothing to do but to stare at the red numbers. I wish this elevator was a glass elevator instead. Seventy…eighty…one hundred… At least the elevator is accelerating.
Everyday I wonder why I got a job up here. Ridiculous. Two thousand three hundred forty one… two thousand three hundred seventy three… two thousand four hundred eighteen…
Damn it. I think I missed my floor.