We have a new office tenant at one of the properties I cover. They spent the day yesterday moving in. I spent the day yesterday waiting for the elevator to break down.

See, the elevator doesn't have what's known as Independent Service. With that, you use a key to stop the car on any floor you like. It has some weird Inspection Service that operates with a key. Problem is, using the Inspection Service key too often confuses the old, tired elevator and it decides to stop moving.

To get it to start again, some poor schlub has to hoof it up six flights of stairs, climb into the elevator penthouse on the roof and cut and restore power to the elevator. If you do that last bit while striking a pose like Gene Wilder in Young Frankenstein, it's a little bit - but only just a little bit - more fun.

We thought that I could hang out at another nearby property and do some actual work while waiting for the elevator to crash but after having to twice jump in the car, drive the six blocks to the property, beat it up six floors and throw the Dr. Frankenstein switch, I decided I wasn't going to do that.

Now, using the Inspection Service on that elevator simply makes the door stay open on the floor you're on. It's a lot like, say, holding the god damned door open. After convincing the new tenant that not using the key would be better, faster, cleaner and ensure the future for the children of the world, Frankenvator refused to break down all the day long.

Which was good for them but translated into 13 1/2 hours of doing mostly nothing for me. Sure, it was all juicy and delicious overtime but, damn, it was boooooring.

Today will be very different. Bossman gave me tickets to see the Bears/Seahawks game today. Beer and dogs? Here I come!