Three elevators up, all under maintenance. All three. Must have been announced in a memo floating around the office somewhere. But having it posted in a bulletin board would've made little difference to me. For I have selective blindness to memos. Such is my sad lot in life. The last memo I've seen and read and tore to a hundred jigsaw pieces was years ago. Toothache no longer qualifies as an excuse to go on leave was the long and short of it. I haven't seen another memo since. My life has never been the same. Merde.