Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Cry Wolf

[It's 4:00am.  I enter the lobby of my apartment building after climbing down 8 flights of stairs.  The fire alarm is sounding for the third time tonight.]

Front desk:  Hi, what can I do for you?

Me:  What do you mean "what can I do for you"?  The freaking fire alarm is going off.

Front desk:  Oh.  There's no fire.

Me:  I'm so glad, but this is the third false alarm tonight.  How many more times tonight are we going to do this?  Can't you at least give some sort of all-clear signal you can give to let us know when it's a false alarm?

Front desk:  No, we don't have an all-clear signal.  But don't worry -- you can be confident that any additional fire alarms tonight are false fire alarms.

Me:  Really?  That's your policy?  I'll feel so reassured when the alarm goes off again in half an hour -- I'll just roll over and go back to sleep, thinking "silly fire alarm, doesn't it know that there can't be a real fire once there have been three false alarms in the same night"? 

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Thing is, fire or no fire, the damage is done.  I've lost the core of my sleeping hours for the night.  With the adrenaline from these middle-of-the-night evacuations (not to mention my currently everlasting hatred of the management company) there's no way I'm going to be able to get back to sleep before I need to get up for work.  Since I'm in the middle of a metaphorical fire drill at work, the best I can hope for is an hour-and-a-half of lying in my bed stressing about everything I need to get done in the next 24 hours -- which I will now be doing on no sleep.   

Ugh.

Forget it.  I'm already up.  I'll just go to work now.  It's going to be a long day.






2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That is unacceptable! I would be lodging a formal complaint. GMG rules! Lady

Ashley said...

Sounds like that 15 minute cat nap under the desk is going to be a must...