What a Night.....

Ive been having some rough nights at work recently, but this one takes the cake. If I could've picked the most horrible thing to happen t any time or location in the warehouse, this would have been it.
It all starts with a phone call yesterday from my boss telling me to come in early so that we can scrape the snow off of the ceiling in the ice cream freezer. Now before we go on let me explain. That means I have to be 35 feet in the air and the "snow" had become ice more solid than a brick. Mind you this is in a room that is kept at -25 degrees or lower. So My boss and I get on this little lift as seen here...
You can see some snow on the floor... Its brutally cold in there.
So My boss and I finish one corner and move to the main area we had to deal with. We spent 30 minutes or so hacking away at thick ice that had cemented itself to the ceiling. One piece fell right on me and as I turned away it hit me right on the right hip bone. It hurt. But its whatever you know. I'm tough. I can handle this. I mean hell, I'm handling the 35 ft in the air pretty well to this point. So after the 30 minutes working on this section our fingers and toes were starting to freeze. The top of the lift was overhanging the rack so we could get close enough to use the ice picks. Well, as we get ready to get down, the lift wont move forward! Its stuck in this position, which means the rack is blocking the descent. Ummm... PROBLEM!
So after 5 minutes of failing to get this piece of faulty equipment to move, I ask, "should I call Kevin?" Kevin is my awesome coworker who was taking care of the normal duties at this point. And its against warehouse rules to have your cell. But this makes it okay!!!! My boss said, "Yes, Call him now. ...Hope he answers!"
I got a hold of him. He couldn't get anything done from ground level either! So now it has been 45 freak'n minutes in the frigid cold and I'm 35 FEET IN THE AIR! I begin to plan my escape route... I will climb down the rack if there isn't anything happening in another fifteen minutes. Kevin goes and gets the supervisors. They can't figure it out either. I'm literally shaking uncontrollably from the cold now. My feet and hands are burning. I was getting pissed.
Ten minutes later the supervisors finally get another forklift in there with a cage on it. They lift the rickety cage and my boss and I climb on. Down we go! and I head straight for the "hotbox" which is a 4 foot by 8 foot little room with a gigantic heater made for moments lie this. It took me an hour to thaw out. When I left work this morning the lift was still stuck there. They think the mechanical hardware couldn't handle the extreme cold for that long... I hour and the machine broke down in the cold. We were in there for 90 minutes!!!!!
Thank God this night is over. I'm proud of myself for not freaking out completely... But it was a close call. like I said. 5 more minutes and I was going to climb down because after that 5 more minutes my hands would've been too cold to grip anything.
I'm not looking forward to finishing this job. I hope Kevin gets a shot at it next time. haha.