The Psychology of being TRAPPED!!

My mind wonders….this time last week, as I left the office after another day of administration something out of the ordinary happened.

The lift that was to release me back into the outside world got stuck.

I was trapped, with 8 other women in a metal box, dimensions 2m x 3m x 3m.

It was hot, uncomfortable, unpleasant and stressful.

But most of all …from my point of view….it wasn’t fair!!

It was Friday, and my free time was slowly being taken from me…each minute I was stuck I was painfully aware that after work drinks had started without me.

The psychology of being trapped is so interesting…as soon as I became aware that we were indeed stuck….I took in my surrounds…who I was with and started to observe their responses.

Some women were quiet, breathing slowly, not saying a word (their faces implying this is NOT a situation they were comfortable with), others began to talk, positive stuff, trying to lighten the mood, a natural leader emerged, a women who would speak to emergency crew who would eventually free us.

Yes, it was interesting being stuck in a metal box, dimensions 2m x 3m x 3m.

My reaction was of someone annoyed…I had better things to do with my time…this was not how I planned my Friday night…I wanted my freedom!! When the emergency crew advised that it could take up to 40 minutes to free us…well, quite frankly, that was not good enough…15 minutes waiting time was too long in my opinion.

I also wanted to know where exactly we were in relation to the ground…I did not like the idea of being suspended in mid-air! But we never received confirmation of exactly where we were…all we knew was that we were ‘somewhere’ between level one and the basement of the lift shaft.

And at the same time, though I kept this to myself( it just wasn’t appropriate to share!!) over and over in my head the Aerosmith song ‘ Love in an Elevator’ swirled

An hour in a metal box, dimensions 2m x 3m x 3m, is a very, very long time…especially if you share this space with 8 other women.

So when we were eventually freed, and set foot onto solid ground, there were shouts of joy and sighs of relief.

And finally our weekend could begin… this time on our own terms

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