lift
Lift me up! Thats what i said to someone(or rather, something) first thing in the morning. Of course i did not say it out loud, crazy ke. On arrival to the Kulliyyah building I’d take the lift to the second floor(some people say third). Nope, I won’t lug my 5 kg bag all the way up the stairs. In a breeze it delivers me there and a few minutes later it took me down again, forming part of my path to the hospital, where I spend most of my time. Now, the lift at our own building was fast and there weren’t that many people to use it. Not much trouble la to say it simply(accept for the annoying few who insisted on taking the lift to the next floor).
Then come the second part. Taking the lift to the eighth floor of the good old hospital. In the morning if u are lucky enough u’d manage to squeeze into the box amongst the attendants, nurses and doctors. It’s the ride downstairs which really boil my blood. We usually leave the building around 1 pm, thats when the visiting hour is and as one can expect there’ll be a large crowd waiting in front of the lift at each floor. There’re four and each could take about 20+ adults before it beeps the annoying beep. But sometimes, to our irritation the rattling, slow old things would beep when only they were half-filled. It was learnt later that we should not stand in the middle since thats where the sensors were. Those who frequented the hospital learned this quickly and would steer away from the hotspot but those who doesn’t would sulkily step out of the box, and no one bothered to tell them the sad truth haha.
Now come the scary part, and I haven’t told u about the casket which moved by itself or about the dead nurse who was seen in front of the lift early in the morning, as if she wanted to go to work. But when it comes to reality there’s nothing more fearsome than losing your life in an unfortunate accident. yes, no one died yet but someone were going to be if no appropriate action was taken, and soon. It might resemble the bit in Final Destination or my imagination was running too wild. Yep, there were frequent occurrence where the lift suddenly shook, spluttered and came to a halt in between the floors, i.e, in no man’s land. I don’t know if this is common where ever there’s the elevator system but it did happen here and all the four old things have the same lethal potential. Luckily ,so far they manage to correct themselves and see the wrong in their way by starting to move again. Fuhh…But just imagine yourself as a house officer who’d go down to the blood bank to retrieve the blood bags during the wee hours, alone, and this happens to u…
Bad though they may sound, they are part of the lifeline in the hospital. Bedridden patients could never be sent to the imaging department downstairs, or the endoscopy room in the next building or to the operation theatre and the ICU without their service. And the amount of work that the lifts do everyday was countless. Day and night they transport people up and down and helped save our bones and joints. I remembered the incident last year where all of them stopped working after a heavy thunderstorm raided Kuantan. It was Ramadhan and I was posted at the fifth floor at that time. It was a trying experience for all and the people who worked at the higher floors were the ones who were affected the most. The good thing was that many of us shed some kilos and everyone was forgiven for BO(which was one of the inexcusable things in my list). It was the fasting month after all, the time when we were to practice patience and tolerance. And I see that some of the specialists continued to use the stairs to these days and there was some notable changes in their waist circumferences ;)Hurrah to them.
Oh yes, another thing which really bothered me was those people who step into the lift which was going upstairs and punching the button to go to the ground floor. At first it was quite amusing but later it became downright irritating. I have all the forgiveness to the Orang Asli or old people, or kampung people like me for not knowing that. But young men and women in trendy(and skimpy) clothings, whoever they were, are either non-observant or a tad too lazy to think for themselves. Didn’t they SEE where the large and illuminous arrows above the door pointed at? It just shows that they are selfish and always wanted things to go their way. Period. And there ends my nagging. I have no better words to describe this frustration other than by using ‘annoying’ and ‘irritating’. So I’d better back off before someone gets annoyed with me 
