Another fire drill today. Good times. I’m sitting here, minding my business as usual, reading up on the news of the day, when the most annoying siren comes over the PA. I guess it’s good that way, because you want to get the fuck out so your ears don’t bleed. Fire drills keep you safe, bla bla bla.
I guess it’s a good idea, I mean no one wants to pull a Costanza and panic during a fire, pushing women and children out of the way. Or, in this case, fat disgusting slobs, and cripples. But at the same time, we’re all adults here, we’ve been through this many times in the levels of schooling. If by now you don’t know to get to the nearest stairwell and remain calm, well you should probably be burned alive. Newsflash: don’t take the elevators. But really, fire hurts.
Where’s this going? Well, while the thought is really nice, the implementation of such an alarm has gone horribly wrong. You see, the whole idea of practicing something like this is to get into some kind of organized group at the end in a parking lot, or safe harbor of some sort. That way, smaller groups would know who’s missing and where, and that way give the fire fighters a leg up into possibly saving them – if they deserve to be saved. What do we do? Get out in the parking lot and stand randomly in random groups wherever the hell we want. Some people could go home, or to lunch, or what have you. This is a perfect system.
Today is an extremely boring day, and through no fault of my own. I’m trying – no really – to find work to do. I even went up to my supervisor and told her I have bandwidth for more work She shrugged and said “OK!”
Filed under: firedrill, work | Tagged: costanza, fat, scooter, seinfeld
