What prompted me to start this post: I was interviewed today for a PE Role. Interview went great. Was scheduled to be 30 minutes, lasted an hour. Answered every question he threw at me as if I was Amazon's Alexa. Note: this interview took place on the second floor. Side note: this place was also a fucking labyrinth.
We made small talk as he was walking me out. Shook his hand, and he told me the exit was through the door and to the right. So being the obedient, soon-to-be PE guy I was, I went through the door, and to the right. I saw another door. Instinctively, I figured this was the exit. I opened the heavy metal door and hear it slam shut as I walked through it.
I look around and see nothing but staircases, leading up and down. I noticed that there were significantly more sets of stairs leading down, especially when I'm supposed to be on the second floor. I start walking down the stairs to the first floor and try to open the door. Locked. huh, that's strange. I walk back up to the second floor and pull on the door I originally came out of. Locked. I knock on the door for twenty seconds. No response. I walk up to the third floor and pull on the door. Locked. I start knocking. No response. Fourth Floor, locked. No response. Fifth floor, locked. No response. I walk all the way up to the sixth floor and see a push-bar on the door. Finally.
Exiting this door will sound an alarm. Please only use this exit if there is an emergency.
I'm in the fucking fire escape.
Jesus fucking christ. How the fuck do I get out?
I walk down each flight of stairs without knocking on any more doors as I realize I would only face heavy embarrassment when they ask what the fuck I was doing in there.
I walked past floor three again, and noticed the door was slightly hinged and I could see some light going through the crack. I try yanking the door open but it wouldn't budge. I walk back down to the first floor, and then continue going down the steps. I shit you not there was 5 more flights of stairs down past the first floor. WTF?
I walk all the way down to what's probably some sex-dungeon and notice another push-bar exit. This time with two massive doors that look like a loading dock for trucks. No emergency alarms on these ones. I pushed on the bar and it didn't budge an inch. I backed up and ran full force into it, falling from the momentum. This door was the exit to the street, and thank god no one saw me eat shit onto the pavement.
This whole ordeal lasted twenty minutes.