adventures in reception

One of the two elevators in our lobby doesn't particularly want to go anywhere today. It took maybe five minutes between someone alerting me to the problem, me contacting building services and checking it out on my own, and me printing out and posting an "out of order sign". In those five minutes, I have already hear my name hollered across the lobby more times than I ever need to.

It's actually kind of funny how many of my coworkers seem to think I can fix the elevator myself. Clearly I am too competent at my job.