step one: open your big, stupid, over entitled, big salaried executive mouth.
step two: insert big stupid , over entitled, big salaried executive foot.
now lets put this all in perspective. the bastard, chicago jerkface, and sara voids get on an elevator on ten, going down, because we work on nine. and we couldn't eat lunch in a conference room on our floor. okay...begin.
"well, i'm not going to miss this"
"you'd think they'd come up with their own way to take a staircase to get between the floors."
"there is no chance for re-entry on the stairs"
"well you'd think with ALL the money they're making...."
yes, dick. we're soooooooo very sorry that you have to endure this minor hiccup on your way to an overpriced, yet expensed meal on your company so that you can speak in "sales-isms" to one another and jack each other off about your golf games but, our evil ant overlords have not budgeted for constructing a magical crystal palace designed to make your flight from your floor run smoothly past the fucking gauntlet that is stopping at the 10th floor only to have to stop again at the 9th floor. please pardon the bastard as he calms himself by stabbing you in the neck and twisting just oh so much. you fucking over entitled asshole. you suck at living.