I'd like to categorically state that I can make anything a disaster: a simple interview crashed by getting a claustrophobic fit when stepping into the elevator.
So, she *walked me up to the fourth floor*.
I almsot asked if she just wanted to end the interview now, as when you start off with making your interviewer walk up *four flights of stairs*, well, this can't go well. So let's just scratch that one off. Though weirdly, at the end of the interview, she gave me her phone number in case I had any more questions about hte job.
Okay, is there *surgery* for this? That entire getting-used-to-it thing I tried once and ended up throwing up outside an elevator that made the mistake of moving too slowly and I overdrived into panic in three and a half floors. The only two times in the last four years I've used an elevator:
New York: People quoted *porn* at me while going up and I kept my eyes closed.
*falls down on chair*
I give *up*.