Oh good. Insistent, unexplained fire alarms. Hello, Friday.
— Fred Coppersmith (@unrealfred) April 11, 2014
And so began my morning at work today.
It turned out to be nothing, or at least nothing much to worry about, after about an hour of alarms and then announcements, then the arrival of the fire department to check out a smoke detector problem on the twentieth floor. We were allowed to throw open some of the windows — which I’m not sure I knew was a thing that could happen — to help dispel some of the smokey smell…which, from all accounts, was unrelated. (Does that make it better, or worse? It was apparently the smell of welding smoke that got in from construction up on the roof.)
So it turns out we didn’t have to evacuate, and I basically had to spend the day doing the work I thought I was going to doing. Which hardly seems fair, when you get right down to it.
I’m pleased as punch that it’s the weekend. There’s a tiny part of me that thinks I should maybe try to do some more work this weekend — the amount of collating I have to do, you would not believe — but I think the weekend will be better spent in reading Kaleidotrope submissions, writing a little, and watching movies and TV.
Though wasn’t it just last weekend? Time…it does that whole flying thing a lot, doesn’t it?