Fire Alarm, No Alarm.
Oct. 19th, 2006 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katharosIt occurs to me that we, meaning me and my fellow campus cubicle inmates, are far too blase about little things like the fire alarm.
My reaction upon hearing the siren start to blare? Look up and groan. Finish entering my Yuletide fandom nomination submission. Stand up and cast vaguely around for my keys. Find them. Check there's money in my bag in case they make us stand around in the cold for hours so I can get a hot drink. Take a minute to peruse the bookshelf to select suitable entertainment. Pick The Story of the Stone. Meander outside. On the way downstairs, strike up a casual conversation with the girl I lived next door to last year.
Then hung around in the dark for ages, amusing self by taking in the various stages of undress people were in. These tended to be the Freshers who haven't yet absorbed the sheer, utter indifference that experience brings. Since my washing had been drying in the laundry I darted off to get it, and ended up donating my duvet cover to one of the unfortunates.
We've finally been let back in and it seems that, for once, it wasn't a bunch of drunks fooling around and smashing the fire alarms. A girl had burnt her chicken instead.
God, we're all going burn in our beds one day.
My reaction upon hearing the siren start to blare? Look up and groan. Finish entering my Yuletide fandom nomination submission. Stand up and cast vaguely around for my keys. Find them. Check there's money in my bag in case they make us stand around in the cold for hours so I can get a hot drink. Take a minute to peruse the bookshelf to select suitable entertainment. Pick The Story of the Stone. Meander outside. On the way downstairs, strike up a casual conversation with the girl I lived next door to last year.
Then hung around in the dark for ages, amusing self by taking in the various stages of undress people were in. These tended to be the Freshers who haven't yet absorbed the sheer, utter indifference that experience brings. Since my washing had been drying in the laundry I darted off to get it, and ended up donating my duvet cover to one of the unfortunates.
We've finally been let back in and it seems that, for once, it wasn't a bunch of drunks fooling around and smashing the fire alarms. A girl had burnt her chicken instead.
God, we're all going burn in our beds one day.
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Date: 2006-10-20 01:17 am (UTC)We have one at the office the other day [fortunately just a drill] and the first thing I did was rush back to my desk [which is a no no] to retrieve my phone which I left earlier XDXD
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Date: 2006-10-24 04:05 pm (UTC)