The Elevator Broke So this happened today and I need to vent.  My job involves teaching people how to use my company's stuff. I fly all over the country (the hams I've seen on planes...) and all that jazz. Well, the place I've been in this week has us in the basement. There's a rickety elevator and a short staircase. It's not that far down. My group is about 10 people and I get shove knowledge into their brains. Well, 9 people and one orb shaped being of adipose and sweaty onion stank. And today the elevator was down.  So, I can't start the training until everyone has arrived. 10 minutes after I was supposed to start, Shrekette hasn't shown. Someone says she's upstairs. So I make theb10 second climb up the stairs, and follow the eye watering smell of vinegar and long spoiled onions to find her sitting on two chairs (yes really) next to the elevator, unable to comprehend the fact that it won't open, drinking something from Dunkin that is only vaguely related to coffee. I tell her she needs to come down stairs, we're already behind schedule.  "Ah cahnt, duh el'vator ain't openin." So.... take the stairs. "Buh I CAAAAAAAHHHHNT. Muh legs ah gunna buckle if I do!" (Thinking: they'll only buckle because of your fat ass) You'll be fine, but I can't start without you. "BUH I SAID I CAAAAAHHHHNT!" I wish I could say there was a happy ending. I wish I could say that I told her off. I tried to get her manager to step in, but in the end he just beta'd up, and set her up at a computer and set a webcam downstairs so she could watch.  I hate fats.  Also, I counted. It was 24 stairs. She couldn't handle 24 stairs.