More Elevator Troubles

Loyal readers will recall the problems I reported with elevator door buttons some time ago. Well, I’m displeased to inform you that it doesn’t stop there.

The building I currently work in has five elevator banks (not including the service elevator), and I seem to be experiencing an occasional but recurring problem when I’m at the top and want to go down to the ground floor. You see, everything within all of the elevators is identical except that one uses a different arrangement for the floor number buttons.

Before I continue, I need to point something out: I’m a rote boy. That means I do things by rote. I’m not good at remembering things based on meaning, and I don’t always want to think repetitive tasks through before I do them. I just develop kinetic patterns and try to leave it at that.

Unfortunately that is a pretty lousy way to do things and I’m always getting in trouble because of it. For example, if you ask me to recite my postal code, I am stumped. I haven’t a clue. But put a pencil in my hand and I can write it down without even thinking.

It’s the same thing with phone numbers. Ask me my home phone number and I’ll blurt out random digits like a bingo caller yet I won’t even come close to getting my phone number right. But give me a telephone and I can call home easily by following the rote-learned pattern on the keypad.

OK, back to the elevators. In all five of the elevators in that building there are two rows of buttons. In elevators one through four, the button for the ground floor (“RC” here in Quebec) is below the rows of numbers, centered between them. But in elevator five, the “RC” button is at the bottom of the left row (i.e., not centered).

That’s a 4:1 ratio, so I use elevators one through four way more often than elevator five. When I’m going down, I step into the elevator and push the centered button at the bottom of the rows with barely a glance. I don’t have to bend down and try to read the numbers on the buttons (brushed metal on brushed metal in a dimly-lit elevator – who designed that?) because “RC” is thoughtfully positioned differently from the others.

But every now and then I board elevator five. The “RC” button is not in the middle, but I’m not thinking about that, I’m just automatically reaching for the button in the middle. And of course, there is one; the alarm bell. (Elevators one through four have a similar bell, but you don’t notice it because it’s below the centered “RC” button.)

BRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG! Then I have to explain to the crackling voice in the speaker that whoops, I hit the wrong button. How many times do you have to do this before the guard thinks you’re an idiot? (Probably not many.) But if you ask me, the idiot is the person who decided to use a different pattern of buttons in one out of five elevators!

Note that in the above illustrations, the “RC” button is already pressed, so it is illuminated. But when you get on the elevator it isn’t lit, so they all look the same when you’re not really looking.

The solution is actually quite easy. Since it would cost a fortune to re-design the panel to accomodate a centered “RC” (and the mysterious “D” button that only appears in elevator 5), they should instead spend about two bucks on a cheap metal non-functioning button that says “RC” and has an arrow pointing to the real “RC” button.

In the meantime, I’ll just keep bugging the security guard once or twice a week.

Another Spiffy Day

Very early in the first year of my BFA program in photography at Concordia University, we were called upon to produce a small portfolio of new work. I had started classes a few weeks late because I’d been out of town working all summer, so I was at a big disadvantage. Anyway, the Saturday before the project was due, I was sitting in my dining room trying to figure out what to do when I noticed my three cats (Larry, Oreo, and Spiff, who was just a kitten at the time) were starting to get rowdy with each other.

So I documented the whole scene over the course of several hours. Believe me, photographing fighting cats is not easy – and this was pre-digital. I noticed that Spiff was the aggressor in every attack, although most of the time he got his ass kicked, so he became the star of the show

Dramatis personæ

I printed the photos full-frame (some of my instructors were “full frame fetishists,” and so was I for a while) and mounted them into an accordion style book called “Another Spiffy Day.” The instructors were torn, because they really liked the work but they couldn’t bring themselves to praise a book about cats. Ditto the other students; most dismissed the book right away, but I think it was the most looked at and commented on project that was handed in that day.

Inspired by the “Ernie” book I linked to on Friday, I decided to dig out my “Another Spiffy Day” book and scan it. I put it on Flickr yesterday, in a set. You can see the set here, or view it as a slide show here.

It’s not high art – I never expected it to be seen that way. But it has action, a narrative, and most importantly, it has cats!

(By the way, Larry is featured in this week’s Monday Morning Photo Blog image.)