Level-envy

Each day I get in the lift, hit my level number and inevitably someone else hits a floor above. Whether it’s the top floor, simply the one above mine, or any in-between, I feel an immediate sense of level-envy.

Is it better up there? Do those stuffy, dull bean-counters have a better office space? Are their amenities more lavish than ours? Is he/she thinking “Ha, I’m higher up than you – look down upon you later, prole”. And they must be thinking this. I know. Each time I get in the lift and hit a higher level than someone else, I feel smug, and somewhat superior.

What’s fucking wrong with my head? Is this some kind of subconscious megalomania?