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Elevator gap - source
of anxiety. |
For nine years working at the bank, I worked on an upper-level
floor. The first office location for my team was on the second floor, then a couple years later we moved
to the fourth floor of a different building across the parking lot. Sometimes I took the stairs to and from the office, but more often, I
took the elevator. Every time I took an elevator in one of our several campus
buildings and especially when leaving the fourth-floor office space at the end of the
day, I felt a twinge of panic. It wasn’t a fear that the elevator would careen
out of control and crash in the basement level like in an action movie. It was
something more realistic.
My ongoing and regular fear was that I would drop my keys
and they would fall into the door gap between the elevator box and the outer area
and plummet to the basement, rendering me unable to start my car and drive to the home I would not be able to enter.
I have a tendency to invest my worry efforts in things that have a chance of actually
happening, so it’s much more likely I will lose sleep with worry of dropping my
keys in an elevator gap than of me being swept away in a tornado.
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House gap - new
source of worry. |
This morning, while preparing for departure for dance
class and locking the back door to the house, I dropped my keys. They bounced on the concrete landing outside the door and landed near the edge of the top step. While retrieving them, I noticed the gap between the concrete staircase
and the skirting wall that encloses the crawlspace under the house. It’s not a wide gap, but it's probably wide enough and the skirting material is flexible. The gap, plus the flexible material might be sufficient for my keys to fall into and would probably be difficult to extract, especially when I'm using the spare ring with just the house and mailbox key.
And just like that, I have a fresh new thing that could actually happen to worry about on a regular and ongoing basis. Oh, joy.
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