I felt the problem was more the mental attitude described rather than the physical act.
Perhaps it was because I had just read another story about a woman who had been abducted and locked in a car trunk and had escaped from that. That was a person who was clearly struggling to save her life.
So the plight of the woman who got locked in a bathroom at work for a few hours seemed trivial in comparison and I felt she was over-reacting. (“I couldn’t believe it,” she says, fighting back tears as she recounts the hours spent inside. “I felt hopelessness. I felt like I was going to die in there because of the anxiety I was feeling.”)
If she had an anxiety attack–and that seems perfectly plausible/likely in that situation–her description of her reaction doesn’t sound off to me at all. I’ve luckily only had a small handful of anxiety attacks in my life, and I’m a rational, easy-going person, and they really screw with your emotions and thoughts. Feeling that she was going to die because of the anxiety? Yeah, I can totally sympathize with that feeling.
Not 2 whole days. It’'s maybe 2-3 hours the first day to patch and mud. Then 1-2 hours the next day to sand prime and paint.
Me too, I’d start with $75 per hole x 3 = $225 then depending on materials shave a few bucks off.
It’s more than 2 hours, and it doesn’t dry that fast. Even with my professionals who only need to use 2 coats of Durabond 45 would take more than 2 hours for the repair alone.
Secondly, unless they have all the materials on hand, it’s much more than $50.
Meh. I’m sure there are a ton of things that I would cause me to launch into an anxiety attack that wouldn’t even register a gasp from most people. Which is probably why I wouldn’t want to talk to the press if I ever found myself in this woman’s shoes. But that doesn’t mean my feelings would be wrong. You never know how you would handle a situation until you find yourself in it.
Someone asked her how she felt about the ordeal and she gave an honest answer. And it’s clear it was an honest answer given how much damage to did to the wall.
I’m not even married yet but my fiancee sometimes heads to bed before I get home. She’ll even say “Don’t wake me up if I’m asleep when you get home” so I could easily see this happening. Your situation isn’t universal.
But the press not only talked to her. They’ve also reported the story as if the woman’s point of view was valid and she actually escaped from a genuine danger.
Who knows, maybe she’s prone to panic attacks, maybe she’s claustrophobic. By all accounts she started off with small logical steps (banging, calling for help and the genius paper towel idea) and as 8 hours passed with no signs of help she lost control and began to just react.
Honestly I’m not sure I would have lasted 8 hours. After reading this I started thinking about the restrooms in our office and there is no drywall near the door and the walls are faux marble to a 5’ height. I think I would have to do a lot more damage than she did to escape. OTOH there is no lock on the swinging door so there is that.
Maybe the lesson here is that constantly carrying your cell phone with you is less of an evil than some think
If it’s a Friday and I can’t get out of my office within five minutes, I get anxious. I’d go through solid concrete, if only to avoid the next thing I see being a Monday.
I’m a bit shocked that some posters here seem to believe that all security cameras are monitored in real time.
Of course they’re not. Unless you’re talking about a high profile target like a nuclear power plant or something. They certainly wouldn’t be in a normal office building outside the woman’s room.
What percentage of cameras you see actually have a live human monitoring them? I’d guess less than a hundredth of a percent.
Her panic seems justified to me. By the time she’d been trapped in that bathroom for 8 hours, she had every reason to believe it could stretch out even longer than that. I’d be feeling mighty pressed and desperate too. When you lose complete control over your freedom and see no end in sight, hell yeah you’re going to trip out a little.
I wouldn’t normally worry about 8 hours, or even a whole weekend if I were healthy but being diabetic with a couple other issues I wouldn’t want to risk it. I probably would not have waited 8 hours. She might have health issues she does not want to discuss with a news paper.
I would have been seeking other exit routes literally the moment I realized the door was locked. Why wear myself out pounding and yelling?
And a weekend incarcerated without food to avoid sacrificing a wall? No way.
