Broken elevators: A tall order

Riding elevators cheek by jowl with co-workers is a fact of life when you live in a city containing not just the world’s tallest tower, but, at last count, 448 smaller skyscrapers and 909 high-rises.

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Glinting in the hazy sunshine, Dubai’s skyline rises from the desert like a mirage

The most space-agey elevator ride is of course the minute-long high-speed ascent through 124 floors to the Burj Khalifa’s viewing platform. While standing in the futuristic, darkened elevator, you at first don’t even realise you’re moving – until you notice the floor numbers rapidly rising and your ears popping.

Being propelled upwards at the lightening speed of 10 metres a second is quite a ride. Though, I must say, I’m very thankful I wasn’t in this elevator when it broke with a loud boom in 2010, stranding a group of terrified tourists 124 floors above the ground for almost an hour.

The 24-storey building where I work is served by just two elevators going all the way to the top, and during peak ride times, the office workers squish themselves in like suited sardines in a tin.

On the upside, our lifts now have ‘elevision’ – TV monitors that, though mainly screening advertising and scrolling tickertape news headlines, at least provide a welcome distraction as we all huddle together.

You’re wondering where this blog post is going, aren’t you? Bear with me.

Today, I vowed I’d never moan about our elevators again – because at least they work.

Wealthy homeowners living in penthouse flats on the 97th floor of Dubai’s Princess Tower – the world’s tallest residential skyscraper – are having to climb up more than 1,300ft of steps after all eight lifts in the building broke down last week.

I had to chuckle (okay, belly laugh), because that’s the equivalent of walking one-third of the way up Scotland’s Ben Nevis.

Residents, some of whom paid £2 million-plus for their flats, were told today that a solitary ‘service elevator’ is available for ‘limited’ trips to the 50th floor – but anyone living above that level would still have to walk the rest of the way.

Bet they can’t wait for those elevator parts to arrive from Finland.

Read the full story here.

Silent Sunday: Skyline

Dubai’s Burj Khalifa, the tallest tower in the world, is a sight to behold on any day, but nothing beats seeing it standing tall among its architecturally impressive peers. Each building twists and turns in its own unique way, glinting in the golden sunshine and creating a modern skyline that rises from the desert like a mirage.

Taken with an iPhone from behind the window of our seaplane – through the haze!

What I saw Wednesday

I’m back at work – which feels good and it pays for the kids’ snacks, sometimes even the loo roll.

The view from the office is rather magnificent – blue sea, sandy beaches and the Palm on one side, and the city’s gleaming skyscrapers on the other side. On a really clear day, when we’re not peering through sand, we can even see as far as the next emirate.

As being back at work means I actually get to have adult conversations, I thought that for my Wednesday meme this week, I could also do ‘What I said’ (not much, as it turned out, but slightly more interesting than telling the kids off all day).

Keep in mind that, being freelance, I’ve just had a fairly long period of work famine, so I’m not normally the office idiot. Here goes…

“Umm, how do I switch this computer on?”

“It’s 111 degrees, really? But it’s only the beginning of May!”

“No, I haven’t been sun bathing, honestly. Just running after the kids outside.”

“Could someone please tell me the password again?”

“I know, I haven’t been in the office for ages. I’ve been, erm…” [tried to not talk about the kids too much, or my burst of housewifely spring cleaning, clearing out cupboards, drawers, etc, and being quite proud of the results!]

“Oh, the company’s got a new name. Top Right Drawer? No, Top Right Group. Wow. And L became the editor – in January. I’m really behind.”

“YES, I’d LOVE to do lunch!”

[Via text to DH]: “Sad I’m missing BB’s school assembly. He never told us it was a play they’ve been rehearsing for weeks. Will he know his lines, d’you think?” [*really* wished I was there. Turned out he was a tree and didn’t have much to say!]

[On my way home, to myself]: “Omg, what have they done to this roundabout! It’s completely changed. Where the hell’s my exit???” [while spinning round the intersection like a Weeble with an inner-ear infection]

[At home, to my 6yo]: “Right, BB, time to do homework. Spellings, reading.” [I’m sure I didn’t have homework until my teens]

And so to bed. Because, as much as I’m delighted to be working again, the thing is you not only have to stay all day, but you have to turn up the next day too.