My brain and its highly developed skills of recolection will be the end of me

The building I work in has something like 50-60 stories. To service all these floors and the people who work on them, there are 4 different banks of 5 elevators each, and to service these 20 elevators, there is a guy here whose sole purpose of being here is to keep the elevators going. However, it must be a pretty large undertaking for just the one elevator guy, hearing the little alarm echoing up the elevator shafts, indicating a car is stuck, is not a rare occurance. Usually, it's just a short "BRRRING" and that's the last you hear of it.

Today's execption: a car must have gotten stuck with a panicker inside, because I could hear the alarm blaring about 1 floor below me, for about 8 minutes straight.

For the entirety of that 8 minutes, the only thing I could think about was that episode of Six Feet Under, there the guy gets ripped in half by the elevator doors trying to help people out of a stuck car. I hated that episode. I also recall vomiting [my sworn nemesis] occuring in that episode.

and now I feel overwhelmingly nauseous.