Devil Elevator

So, it's no secret that our building has the crappiest, ghetto-ist elevator in the world. After months of the elevator breaking down every week, I'm simply fed up. I live at the very top of the building, which means hauling myself and all my stuff up and down tons of stairs. It's the old people I feel bad for. Sometimes they'll just sit in their apartments for days on end just because the elevator's busted. Then just the other day I got stuck inside. I was so pissed--just rushing downstairs when the elevator just shut down with me inside it. I did everything I could for about five minutes (which is a long time to be stuck in a box suspended from the 8th floor), but then I finally just called the emergency line. They sent the fire department down to help me out. Alas, I managed to break out myself after about 15 minutes. I was so angry, and late, and frustrated, that I didn't have the time to complain again to our management, but really. For the thousands of dollars I spend to live in this tenement, don't I get a functioning elevator? I swear that someone's going to get really hurt one of these days and then someone's gonna get in trouble. I know that there are a lot better things I can do with my time than to sit and bitch about a busted elevator, but it's only the beginning. If you're gonna rent out apartments for people to live in, then you've got to give them half-human accommodations. If you're gonna let them live like this is Sarajevo, then charge them Sarajevo rates. We're all fed up.