“Did you see the fireman again? The one who thought you had pretty eyes?”
Unfortunately, I have not… Well, I guess that’s unfortunate. The truth is I don’t feel any more prepared to deal with that situation now than I did six months ago. It’s been a year since I met Jesse and honestly, I wouldn’t know him if I saw him, now.
We’re conducting fire drills in the building over the next two days. There are 25 floors in my building and we drill three floors at a time so it takes a couple hours each day to do.
To tell the truth, I’m really not looking forward to it. It’s important and not difficult to do, but for those of us who are observing the drills and not just participating when the alarm sounds on our own floor it’s actually a lot of physical work. Running around the floors to make sure that everyone is doing what they’re supposed to be doing and fill out the evaluation sheet, trotting down four flights of stairs to the relocation floor to await the all clear and herd the staff toward the elevators to return to their offices before moving on to my next floor assignment to do the whole thing again three more times. It may not sound like much, but trust me it’s exhausting. Problem is I’m already exhausted – have been for weeks. I’m not really up for the fire drills.
We always have fire fighters on site while we do the drills and usually my boss will assign one fire fighter to each of his staff and have them trail us around. This is how I met Jesse.
So who knows…? Maybe the drills won’t be so bad after all.