So that is really an odd ceiling with hidden lights and a quasi dome shape. Perplexing and out of place.
There is a sign, pointing to the downstairs, that said "vending". I'm guessing this means vending machines, but I could be wrong. In need of a stiff drink, diet pepsi, I ventured through door #1, down a flight of stairs, opened door #2 hoping to find a pop machine...but no, there was a hallway and two different doors to choose from.
Hey, it will be hard enough making my way back up the stairs and figuring out the turns. I knew two more uncertain doorways was way too much. I quickly called off my foray to soda and high tailed it back to the waiting room before I got lost.
The bathroom...yikes! Very loud, stinky soap and weirdy paper dispenser. Yeah, I need to go wash that stench of my hands... ick, the water smells like sewer. I'm not winning here.
The place is getting busier. There are more like 5 offices on this floor, as new employees came in and opened doors. Gotta hate those high heels on that tile floor!
I'll be called in shortly. Trying not to flap. Feeling highly autistic!!!!
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