I swear to God,. . .
. . . if one more person walks into this lobby, looks at the elevator, then looks to me and says, “How do I get upstairs?”, I will officially, finally, lose all faith in humanity and just crawl under my desk and wait to die.
I’ve toyed with the idea of directing them back to the parking lot and up the service stairs at the back of the building, but honestly at this point I don’t even think I would find it amusing.