Feeling claustrophobic

Its the night before the weekend, I enter the lift from one of the top floors of the building with a colleague, joining another 2 men….. Moments later, the door closes and the lift descends towards the ground, the lift comes to a shuddering halt….. the lights then go off…. No, this cant be happening I think…. Not with all the audit files that I’m carrying…..

I’ve seen it happening on TV shows, I hear about it from friends who were unlucky enough, I never thought it would happen to me though….

But here I am, in a lift, stuck somewhere on the 12th floor, and yes, I’m still in Bangladesh…. Of all the places for this to happen…. Don’t panic I thought…. No one else in the lift is anyway…. So I guess I shouldn’t try to open the hatch and get out then….

One of the guys looked as if he knew what to do, he pressed the intercom, spoke into it (yeah, that’s something I cant do here in Bangladesh)….. we moved downwards towards the ground floor, and then, to my surprise, we ascended upwards again to the top floor….. where we stayed for a minute or so…..

And down we went again, this time all the way to the basement….. never been there, but thankfully, we didn’t stay there long, before we made our belated arrival onto the ground floor…. I have never felt that relieved in a long time, I was the first one out the door….. I hope it’s the last time I ever get stuck in a lift…..