Imagine this…A newly-implemented workout routine has your out-of-shape body sore and stiff, forcing you to hobble around like an 105 year old woman for the 2nd day in a row. As you leave the basement gym at your place of work, making your way to the staircases currently separating you from your desk, 1-flight up, you remember yesterday when you bottlenecked 20 people behind you as you grabbed the railing and inched your way up that same staircase in almost complete duress.
Haunted by this memory, you glance longingly at the elevator bank. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. I won’t. It’s just one flight…!
You look left. You look right. No one will ever even know……Refusing to chance unwarranted eye contact with an unexpected passerby, you keep your eyes fixed to the floor and call the elevator, delighted to hear the promising “bingg!” as the doors almost immediately open and you throw yourself inside. PUMPED that no one saw you. As you push “1” you find yourself praying no one will join the bank for fear your secret will be uncovered and the shame of taking the lazy way up will be too much to bear. Once arriving on your floor (.2 seconds later….remember….ONE flight) you casually walk to your desk and hope no one asks how you got there.
Another day in the secret life of Becca for the books.😜 #bewell
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