Fire in the Disco!

My building decided to have a fire drill on the hottest day of the year. At first, I chose not to respond. I wasn't really sure if it was a false alarm, a drill, or a real problem. I decided to opt for false alarm. But damn that alarm bell would not stop dinging loudly for the love of god. It drove me to accept defeat and ramble down the 17 flights out of here. I feel slightly like a bad supervisor/adult/mommy figure, because the intern was confused and just followed my lead. I (perhaps too nonchalantly) told him he could take off if he wanted, when we first heard the bell. However, I guess I was displaying some sort of heroic devotion to my work by staying (and continuing to surf Popsugar), which somehow unfortunately informed him to do the same. Poor, poor man. Someone should really tell him I am not a role model. It's just one of those things that you really can't come out and say yourself, you know?

Anyway, since I was forced out of the air conditioning comfort of my office, I thought 10 am was as good a time as any to begin my lunch break. Did they honestly think I would wait around in 100 degree weather for their drill? I think not. And why were all of those other people in my building waiting around in 100 degree weather for their drill? Bad form, I say! Everybody loses when we wait around in pools of our own sweat. Let's all go home!

And that I did.

Two hours later, after one most luxurious nap, I returned to the officestead and reacquainted myself with the artic temperatures I actually once cursed in my building. Silly me.