By Jackie Fancher
I entered the massive elevator jumping for joy. This is it, my audition for "The Office." I clicked the sixth floor on accident, but I needed to go to the third floor. Then, people came when I arrived on the sixth floor and clicked the twelfth floor without bothering to ask me what floor I needed to go on. I was frustrated because at 3:00, my audition would be starting. I was going to be late for the opportunity of a lifetime! After arriving at the twelfth floor, a parade of people stampeded into the elevator like they were cattle. They squished me like an ant, and then everyone chose floors twelve through thirty-six. How would I get to my audition being in the elevator for an hour? My head spun as the elevator continually rose and sunk past my floor. I stared at my watch disgustedly as I noticed the time was 3:55 PM, making me already 20 minutes late. When I finally reached floor thirty-six, I was so dizzy from my frustrating ride of terror that I needed a break. I stepped outside and in the corner of my eye I spotted Allison Jones, the casting director for The Office.
“Jane Morris? We’ve been waiting for you to come and audition for over an hour! You’re wasting time,” Allison Jones exclaimed. Frustrated, she hurried over to me.
“I’m so sorry, I was caught in this elevator ride for over an hour. Every time I tried to go to the third floor, someone came in and chose another floor. Before I knew it, I was all the way up here!” I mumbled.
“You thought we were on the third floor? We’re actually on the thirty-sixth floor!” Jane chuckled as she pulled me into the casting office.
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