Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Waterloo, NZ, is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. Seriously, I woke up this mornin’ thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day. Boy, was I wrong!
So, I roll into work at the old building on Victoria St. You know, the one with the weird statue out front? Yeah, that one. I’m just settlin’ in, ready to hit the buttons and listen to the usual gripes from folks. But nah, not today!
First up, this lady rushes in, hair all over the place, like she just got outta a wind tunnel. She’s like, “I’m late for a meeting!” I’m thinkin’, lady, we all got places to be. But I hit the button for the 5th floor, and she’s bouncin’ around like a pinball. I swear, I almost lost my lunch.
Then, as the doors open, she bolts out, and I hear her yell, “I can’t believe I forgot my notes!” Classic, right? I chuckle to myself. But then, boom! The elevator jolts. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I’m stuck between floors, and it’s just me and my thoughts.
I start thinkin’ about how I should’ve taken that job at the café on Albert St. You know, the one with the best flat whites? But nah, I’m here, trapped in this metal box. I can hear the traffic outside on Waterloo Rd, and it’s like a symphony of honks and engines.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I manage to get the elevator movin’ again. I hit the button for the ground floor, and when the doors open, there’s this dude waitin’ to get in. He’s got a skateboard and a beanie, lookin’ all cool. He hops in and says, “Nice day, huh?” I’m like, “Dude, you have no idea.”
We start chattin’, and he tells me he’s just cruisin’ around, checkin’ out the street art on the back alleys of Waterloo. I’m like, “Man, I gotta get out more.” He mentions some sick murals on Taranaki St, and I’m sittin’ there thinkin’ I’ve lived here forever and never seen ‘em.
Then, outta nowhere, the lights flicker. I’m like, “Oh great, what now?” The elevator stops again, and I’m ready to lose it. But this time, it’s not just me and the skater. We’re stuck with this old guy who starts tellin’ us about the “good ol’ days” in Waterloo. He’s ramblin’ on about how the town used to be all farms and fields. I’m like, “Yeah, buddy, but now it’s all about the coffee shops and traffic jams.”
Finally, we get movin’ again, and I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna need a drink after this. I drop the skater off at the ground floor, and he gives me a fist bump. “Stay rad, man!” I’m like, “You too, dude!”
But the day ain’t over yet. Next up, this family of tourists hops in. They’re all excited, takin’ selfies and askin’ about the best spots in town. I’m tryin’ to be helpful, but honestly, I’m just thinkin’ about how I wanna hit up the park on the corner of Waterloo Rd and Victoria St. It’s got the best views of the hills.
As I’m talkin’ to them, I notice the little kid in the back is munchin’ on a pie. I’m like, “Man, I could go for a pie right now.” And then, outta nowhere, the kid drops it! Pie everywhere! I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but it’s hard. The parents are freakin’ out, and I’m just here, stuck in my elevator, watchin’ the chaos unfold.
Finally, I get them to their floor, and I’m like, “Good luck with the pie!” They laugh, and I’m feelin’ a bit better.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’ve seen it all: the rush, the chaos, the laughter, and even a bit of drama. I step outside, and the sun’s settin’ over Waterloo. It’s kinda beautiful, ya know? I take a deep breath and think, “Maybe this elevator gig ain’t so bad after all.”
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in the heart of Waterloo, NZ. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!