I kid you not.  The elevator doors in the Hickory Museum of Art malfunctioned and briefly trapped me inside.  I can laugh at it now, but damned if it did not give me a case of mild claustrophobia.  On a lighter note, I brought bread to an Arts Council luncheon yesterday and people loved it.  Today, I finished up adding new information to the museum’s archives.  In between that, I commandeer the receptionist desk and take phone calls.  When I do not need to do that, I help update the museum’s database (their electronic archive system).  Furthermore, I do the occasional heavy lifting for my bosses.  All in all, I have a good time.  Now I need to overcome this writer’s block and work on some cover letters.