The Only Way Is Up

I reached an elevator, facing my second problem of the day, an out-of-order sign. It pointed towards a stairwell that I could use instead.

Oh great! Out of order, and my interview's up on the 12th floor!

I entered the stairwell, closing the door behind me. I glanced up.

_Whoa! That's a lot of stairs. _I began counting. Let's see... 9 steps per flight, 2 flights per floor, 12 floors... that's ummm... 1,487 steps... Sheesh, this job better be worth it. It's a shame it's not an accountancy position...

Oh well, I'd better make a start... OW! WHAT THE FU-?!

I went to take my first step up and immediately felt a pain in my groin, more specifically my penis. When I lifted my leg the already tight fabric began to tighten and pinch my knob against my leg.

I looked down at my trousers.

Maybe if I hike them up a bit I can get some leg... well... knob room...

I tugged them up my legs as high as I could.

Darn, better but still too tight.

I reached up the handrail and pivoted my legs and ankles to minimise the pain in my penis. Each step felt like a mountain of a hurdle.

Stupid builders! Why didn't they make the steps smaller?!

A few flights up I had to stop.

Phewie, I'm getting hot doing this!

I took my jacket off, and as I slid it down my arms a few of the bottom buttons of my shirt popped off and clattered on the steps. It seemed my stretching my arms to use the handrail to pull myself up had some negative effects on my shirt's stability.

Darn buttons! I thought something like this might happen! Good thing I had the foresight to bring a sewing kit with me, I'll sew these back on once I'm upstairs.

I picked up the buttons and put them in my briefcase next to the sewing kit.

I began climbing the stairs again.