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Elevator Etiquette ABC- Public Area Etiquette

2007/11/12 15:41:00 41748

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Office is located in high-rise or skyscrapers, and few people can leave the elevator.

People rush into and out of suits and shoes. In this narrow, closed and moving space, people are used to being in danger. Silence is golden.

Everyone is a bit anxious about punch time. He is close to you and sniffed. The people outside the door see red lights flashing.

Elevator brings convenience, but also brings embarrassment and helplessness.

Accustomed to maintaining a safe distance with people, suddenly in a narrow, narrow space, and away from each other so close, sometimes even a little crowded, familiar strange, male, female, beautiful ugly, in these minutes of silence will deduce many subtle feelings...

wisdom

The company is at the top level.

Only now did I know how hateful the general manager was, and he chose the office on the top floor.

The elevator stops on the upper floors, and it stops downstairs. It is awkward for strangers to put their backs on the back of the elevator in the brightly lit elevator, which is even more embarrassing than crowded buses.

In the morning, I will not say anything, so long as I can squeeze in all my life, I will be lucky.

Lunch is relatively interesting. In view of the geographical superiority of the top floor, it is entirely possible for us to get the elevator directly to the bottom of the floor. As long as we have a good grasp of the load capacity, this is the result of many experiments.

When the elevator comes, it's enough to fill people up.

Sometimes some of the people who do not work hard work hard to forget their food and sleep, so that there is a large gap in the elevator. At this time, we will open our voice and say, "eat!"

Ate!

The elevator is coming!

The elevator is coming! "

When you enter the elevator, you have to press the door, "do you have another?"

Anything else?

Hurry up!

Hurry up! "

"Come in!

Watch out!

Shut up! "

The entire bus conductor.

If it is still loaded with discontent, let Mr. Xu stand at the door.

The old elevator has something wrong with it. As long as the station is overweight, it will be mistaken, full of people, and then go all the way to stop the station. Mr. Xu 100 kilograms big enough to be deceived.

This little trick took a lot of time to find out.

Two days after the day, the comrades downstairs began to talk about our selfishness, and finally learned how to treat their bodies with their own way.

From the 10 floor, some people go up to elevators, so it's much better to go around in circles.

As for the 28 floor of us, it was considered retribution, the eyes were looking at the monitor, rolling from the 1 floor to the 26 floor or the 27 floor, and then rolled down, unwilling to come up.

In desperation, someone finally chose two other ways: to go downstairs on foot, or to rely on a cargo ladder without air conditioning, with a parcel and a cleaning bucket.

For me, this kind of girl who is weak in legs and is afraid of dirty and afraid of heat will never work.

Luckily, the general manager finally made the most popular decision during his term of office: everyone had to eat half an hour earlier.

It seems that the general manager's score will be very high next time.

In fact, he himself had to go downstairs to eat. Everyone seemed to have forgotten this.

尷尬

An eye hidden in a corner

I work in a high-rise office building.

I like the feeling of walking into this office building, the clean lobby, the high-speed elevator, the bright office, all of which conforms to my imagination of an excellent working environment until that day...

The manager called me into the office, and he asked me in a roundabout way, whether my husband often came to the company to pick me up from work.

Because I just got married soon, he was very fond of me. Sometimes he got off work early and did come to the company to pick me up from work.

But where is it worth the manager to talk to me?

Later, the manager was somewhat embarrassed to tell me that he once asked for a few security jokes because he had something to go to the office building and asked if he had just got married in the office. The couple were very intimately affected and often hugged and hugged in the elevator.

The manager said that although it can understand our behavior, such rumors always make the company somewhat embarrassed.

Only then did I know that there was a probe in the elevator of the office building. Sometimes when I went downstairs with my husband, there would be a hug in the elevator because no one was in the elevator.

But we do not know that such behavior will fall into the eyes of a group of "black cats" through the probe.

When I walked out of the manager's office, I was overwhelmed with anger. Although I knew that the probe in the elevator was a safety device, it made me feel angry that it peeped into my privacy so easily.

The sequela of this incident is very serious. Not only when my husband came to pick me up, we were separated by two strangers in the elevator, and I got into the habit of looking around for the probe installation point when I entered the elevator.

At the same time, I used to make up makeup or dress all the time in the elevator. Now I begin to pay too much attention to the image standing in the elevator. There is nothing redundant except standing.

Sometimes I even think that the security guards saw me in the probe from what I really felt like doing something wrong. My eyes floated, looked around and looked embarrassed.

But there was no way. I got the elevator probe syndrome since then.

無奈

Where can I hide?

There are 24 hours in a day, and no more than 5 minutes in the elevator every day. In the space of only one square meter, I have an embarrassment, but more is a helplessness.

In the rush hour of work every day, there are always lots of people. In order not to be late for work, we always want to squeeze into some already crowded elevators.

Because of the large number of people, the physical contact between people is unavoidable, but some well-dressed men always deliberately or unintentionally come to us girls. From the front or behind, sometimes they can feel the voice of his breathing. They can't find any places to put their hands around, and they are always around you.

And I can only keep silent, because only in this way, people will not say you are suspicious. At this point, I just want to avoid, but in the crowded elevator, I have no place to hide. There are some difficulties in the left and right sides. I just want the elevator to go to the floor I want to go, or this annoying guy quickly get out of the elevator.

The office is going to go every day, the elevator takes every day, and my embarrassment, my helplessness, is also continuing.

I don't know if this is sexual harassment.

If so, are the office colleagues who do not see their heads up every day and Sue?

If not, for a girl, it's like eating a dead fly, and facing such embarrassment everyday!

Now as soon as I enter the strange space of the elevator, there is a feeling that I can hide away.

溫暖

Do you know where the elevator is?

I was less than 20 years old when I went to work in the company.

I haven't had any experience of city life before.

That afternoon, the manager asked me to deliver the papers. He said that the Department should take the elevator in the ten floors.

It's hard to find this building, but I lost my way in the hall. I don't know where the elevator is.

This is the first time I have entered the building of the city. Before that, I didn't see the elevator, and I didn't know what it looked like.

I walked up and down the hall. Suddenly, I saw a woman with fine dress and elegant temperament sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. She hurried up to her face: "do you know where the elevator is?"

She put down the magazine and pointed to a small door on the right. I said Xie was about to move. I saw her stand up and say, "let me take you up."

I followed her through the little door and across the corridor, and saw two closed iron doors. She pressed a button and opened the door.

As we walked in, she pressed the button to close the door and pressed the floor number I wanted to go, and then the door opened again, opposite to the Department I wanted to go to.

I hurried out, and when I turned around to thank her, she was on the other side of the iron door.

After I finished the document, I took the elevator down the stairs. The movements were too simple to see.

The woman left the hall long ago.

Perhaps, at first glance, she could see that I was a country kid who had just entered the city. She was afraid that I was more embarrassed when I was trapped in the elevator, so I taught me to use elevator in a clever way, and I sent a grateful glance to where she had been sitting.

A few years later, when I came out of a building hall, a teenager hurriedly stopped me. "Do you know where the elevator is?"

I saw that he had a host in his hands and had the same expression of innocence in my eyes. At that moment, I was in a trance.

I took him to the elevator room and sent him to the floor to go to, and at the elevator door, waiting for him to put down the engine to thank me, and I was also on the other side of the elevator door.