It was a normal day at the office. I was busy impressing a client with some antiquated legal jargon when I heard the distinct sound of the office fire alarm. I very calmly said "Client, I will have to call you back. The office is on fire."
I then picked up my cell phone, my car keys and my purse and walked right out of the office. You know who did not follow me? Oh, everyone else. They all insisted it was a false alarm. No one called to say it was a false alarm. No one turned off the shrieking sounds. So I headed out the door. When questioned at the front door if I was "really" going, I replied:
"I am not burning in this hell hole, bitches. Peace out!"
I am so professional.
The real question is, did they forget the great fire of March 2011. I sure didn't. One electrical fire, one freezing my ass off in the parking lot while waiting to see if we were ever getting back in was enough. So what did I do?
Went outside in the rain with an umbrella freezing my ass off while waiting to see if we would ever get back in.
Despite the five police cars and one huge fire engine, it turns out it was a false alarm. Someone allegedly sprayed something at the sensor. What? I don't even know where the sensors are and aren't they only supposed to sense SMOKE? So confusing. I suspect it was the place that employs the hackysackers. It just has to be.
In other news, an attorney stayed behind because she wanted to finish a brief. I told her I would put that on her gravestone. "Will burn for work."
Then I called my client back.