Recently the group I'm temping for moved from the fourth floor of one building to the basement of another. So not only did we go from enjoying a very nice view to not seeing daylight all day, but my cube neighbor's radio station went from probable slogan South Central Wisconsin's Twangiest Country! to Now with even more static! (Hello, Lori's iPod! Now with Christmas music!)
Anyway, we're in the basement and the door nearest to my assigned parking lot leads into the basement (once you've swiped your badge and punched in your PIN code). Except it leads to a part of the basement that is not connected to the part of the basement where I work. I could instead walk farther outside in the freezing cold and then cut through a cold parking garage to come in to the correct part of the basement. But in order to get into the heated indoors more quickly, I choose to go in the door closest to where I park, walk up two flights of stairs (or ride up two floors in the elevator, where you have to swipe your badge again, unlike the stairs - apparently this company is only concerned with security threats from lazy people), cut through the first floor to a separate stair case (stairs again, for I am all healthy-like!) and come back down two flights.
You should also know that the other building offered free coffee. It was pretty standard coffee, but it was there and it was caffeinated. Here we have Starbucks coffee, but you have to pay for it. Thus, I am bringing my thermal mug of coffee (Now with eggnog-flavored creamer!) to work every morning.
So, there I was coming down the stairs first thing in the morning when my boot heel got caught on the edge of the last stair and I briefly pitched forward. Had I actually fallen, this would have put my face into rather forceful contact with the wall, most likely breaking both my nose and glasses. But this was not my first thought. No, no. What immediately went through my head?
And that, folks, is called having your priorities in order.