I work on the 14th floor of a 15 floor office building. Actually it’s the 13th floor, but I have to push the ‘14’ button in the elevator to get there. Recently, a company in the building expanded from their eighth floor offices to include offices on the tenth floor. Now everyone’s elevator trips are needlessly interrupted by lazy fucks either going up or down two floors. The stairwell is right next to the elevators, but these pricks wouldn’t dream of actually walking anywhere.
How many floors is too many to expect able bodied people to walk in an office building? Certainly two is not asking too much.
In addition to the lazy 8/10 crowd, the cattle that work on floors 5 and 6 have a non-stop parade between their offices and the cafeteria on the first floor. 95% of my elevator trips stop at one or both of those floors. Couldn’t I get a non-stop trip just once? This isn’t the Sears Tower, dammit.
I work in a four story building, that’s it, but people still take the elevators. It makes no sense to me. And yes, they’ll take it from the 4th to the 3rd and back up. Come on you lazy bastards, that’s not even enough to break a freakin’ sweat!
And then they all eat cake and brownies every day around 3:00 for their “sugar fix.” And I get to hear them whine about not losing weight. :rolleyes: If I had a penny for every time that’s happened, I’d have a lot of pennies.
When I was in college students would growl at you if you took the elevator for less then three floors and did not have a visible handicap. Unfortunately, this is probably not acceptable behavior at your office building. If you want to annoy the 8-10 crowd, you could get off at nine and walk up.
My old job was a four story building. The cafeteria was on the second floor and yes, people would actually take the elevator to the cafeteria during lunchtime. The only time I ever stepped foot on the elevator was when I was carrying something extremely heavy from one floor to another. Other than that I never bothered.
I’m guessin’ those travelling between 8 and 10 get to hear the Close Door button gettin’ worked like a Western Union telegraph as soon as they step off.
I like living directly in front of the stairs in my dorm at college. I get to avoid waiting for the elevator to make a bunch of stupid one-floor trips before ever getting up to my floor (there are only four floors).
I am guilty of frequent use of the elevator to go up or down one floor when I lived in a room right across from it, but that’s because I’d have to go way the hell out of my way to get to the stairs.
Yeah, I’ve got the same situation in my building: five floors and there are shared offices between the second and fourth floor. I’m on the fifth floor and have to constantly stop twice for those guys. (yes, I do take the stairs when I’m wearing flats but when I’m wearing heels, I’ll take the elevator)
I think a huge part of the problem is modern building design. Stairwells are hidden in the back corners and aren’t kept very clean, making them hard to find and unappealing. Also, in a lot of buildings, you can’t take the stairs up because the doors only open into the stairwells.
I did walk up to 14 one time when the power was out. I’m in OK shape, but I was gasping pretty good by the time I got to the top. Of course the power was restored about five minutes after I got there. D’oh.
I especially like the folk who take the elevator to the cafeteria level (the +15 for those around here) despite the fact there is an escalator that goes there. Not only are they not taking the stairs, they are refusing to walk 10 extra steps to get to their destination.
Well I feel like a dope when I goto work. I work on the second floor, there are no stairs to the second floor except for the exits so I can’t get to the second floor. I never take the elevators to leave work but damnit I wish I could take the stairs up too.
You bet! I go to an annual convention that is invariably in a hotel that has no stairs to or from the ground floor. You have to take the elevator, which makes getting out of the hotel on Sunday morning (when everybody else is trying to leave as well) a huge pain in the ass.
I used to work in a four story building with nice, wide, carpeted stairs right across from the elevator. Those lazy fucks from the EDD offices down the hall would consistantly take the elevator down from the third floor to the ground level.
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I never really understood the whole “take the elevator down” concept when you’re not carrying something heavy, have a physical condition precluding you from taking the stairs or have an otherwise legitimate excuse. You’re going down people! It’s not even physically strenuous! What kind of lazy ass bastard takes the elevator down two flights of stairs?
And I know these were the same lazy ass bitches who would take the elevator up one damn flight from the third to the fourth floor, causing that ancient piece of shit elevator to take a full 5 minutes to travel down 4 floors. You’d think we worked in the goddamn Empire State Building with how long Ol Bessie The Elevator That Could took to get to the damn lobby. Those lazy bitches sure as hell weren’t helping the cause.
I miss the ol college days were you’d get growled at for taking the elevator less than 3 floors without a visible handicap, like another poster described. It was an unwritten, unspoken rule and was a thing of beauty, it was.
does not compute There are doors into the stairwells, so why can’t you just walk in and take the stairs? Obviously I am missing something here; please help me out.
(I understand what The Devil’s Grandmother is saying – none of the stairwells connect with the ground floor, or you can only take the stairs from floor 2 to floor N, with N being the number of stories – but I can’t reconcile it with tremorviolet’s description.)
This is true. A couple of months back the building I’m in held a fire drill. Everyone in the building had to take the stairs out. I’m on the 10th floor of a 15 (well, it’s really 14 because there is no 13) story building. Since there were so many people crowded around the elevator, I took the stairs. When I got to the 10th floor, I discovered that the door was locked and I couldn’t get in. I had to pound on the door until someone heard me and let me in.
For security reasons, a lot of buildings will allow you to enter the stairwell to walk down, but you can only go all the way to the street level exit. The doors leading to other floors don’t open from the stairwell side. This is so that someone doesn’t scam their way in to an office suite and then use the stairwells to navigate to other floors, and also prevents people from bypassing a security desk in the lobby by trying to go up through the stairwells.
I have worked in buildings like this. For fire code reasons you can enter the stairwell from any floor, but the door locks behind you. You can only exit the stairwell at the main lobby or parking garage levels. The reason for this is security, as the companies with offices in the building want everyone to come in through their receptionist at the elevator lobby (or even better yet, require a special access card to allow the elevator to go to specific floors).
(I see the need/desire for building security, but for some reason it seems a squirrelly way to go about it. Maybe if they put the stairwells in proximity to where the reception/security desks might be? I dunno, I probably talking through my hat. Where I work, security means locking the front door when I’m home alone, and I have to take the stairs because my house has no elevator. Hick.)
Reminds me of a similar experience I had at a hotel recently. This was a brand new hotel, but for some reason they only put one very slow elevator in it. It was a major pain to use it at any time of day. Sunday morning checkout was going to be a disaster, so I get the bright idea to haul my luggage down the stairs. After all, I was only on the fourth floor.
So I get down to the bottom of the stairwell and open the door and find myself in the mud and the weeds behind the hotel. Very nice. Remembering that the lobby occupied both the first and second floors, I walk back up one flight and go through that door. Were do I find myself? In the middle of the restaurant of course. So here I am schlepping my luggage past all the Sunday morning breakfast eaters, and they’re all staring at me like I’ve got three arms or something. I went straight to the car, never to return.
Here’s a big “fuck you” to the Grand Harbor Hotel, Dubuque, Iowa.
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