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Fire drill!
Jan. 30th, 2007 08:43 amAt 1:33 AM I was sleeping somewhat soundly (it's weird dream time for me).
At 1:34 AM I was scrambling about crazily due to the horrendously loud fire alarm going off. I managed to grab my robe, check to make sure my hair wasn't too terrible (tough, since I've once again suffered from goopy-eye syndrome and could barely see) and don a pair of flip flops before heading out the building. Ran into HB in the stairwell, he followed me around for a while.
First thing I noticed was the weekly grocer's ads that are delivered to the building scattered all over the lobby. I knew then it wasn't a fire, but some jackasses thinking it was funny to wake up the entire building. I went outside and chatted with HB and other tenants (someone had to be out there - S. never once set foot outside, and while he was dealign with the firemen, I was a bit annoyed by that) for a while, then went in for information. HN finally showed up (dude took the time to get dressed). Chatted with HB and HN for a while longer. Grumbled a lot.
I was right. Some jackasses broke into the fire extinguisher box on 8 and sprayed it in the elevator...and all the way down the hall and stairwell. I hope to hell they're on tape somewhere, because they really do deserve some kind of punishment ($$) for that shit.
The building was cleared and I was back in my bed at about 2:20, but I couldn't get to sleep right away. I'm very groggy today, and have bloodshot eyes that'd frighten anyone. I also have very sore abs, because I started crunching again.
What I really discovered last night was that I'm the only one in the building who looks like complete arse when she's awakened at 1:34 AM. It's really quite unfair.
I don't know about you, but I hear a very small violin off in the distance, playing a sad, sad song just for me. ;)
ETA: The worst part, actually, was that none of the firemen were cute. Just my luck! They're always cute when the low-income place goes up in smoke.
At 1:34 AM I was scrambling about crazily due to the horrendously loud fire alarm going off. I managed to grab my robe, check to make sure my hair wasn't too terrible (tough, since I've once again suffered from goopy-eye syndrome and could barely see) and don a pair of flip flops before heading out the building. Ran into HB in the stairwell, he followed me around for a while.
First thing I noticed was the weekly grocer's ads that are delivered to the building scattered all over the lobby. I knew then it wasn't a fire, but some jackasses thinking it was funny to wake up the entire building. I went outside and chatted with HB and other tenants (someone had to be out there - S. never once set foot outside, and while he was dealign with the firemen, I was a bit annoyed by that) for a while, then went in for information. HN finally showed up (dude took the time to get dressed). Chatted with HB and HN for a while longer. Grumbled a lot.
I was right. Some jackasses broke into the fire extinguisher box on 8 and sprayed it in the elevator...and all the way down the hall and stairwell. I hope to hell they're on tape somewhere, because they really do deserve some kind of punishment ($$) for that shit.
The building was cleared and I was back in my bed at about 2:20, but I couldn't get to sleep right away. I'm very groggy today, and have bloodshot eyes that'd frighten anyone. I also have very sore abs, because I started crunching again.
What I really discovered last night was that I'm the only one in the building who looks like complete arse when she's awakened at 1:34 AM. It's really quite unfair.
I don't know about you, but I hear a very small violin off in the distance, playing a sad, sad song just for me. ;)
ETA: The worst part, actually, was that none of the firemen were cute. Just my luck! They're always cute when the low-income place goes up in smoke.
