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2004-06-29 - 10:36 a.m. I'm feeling a bit lazy today but I've been wanting to do this as a post, so here goes: Things that I like sushi (obviously) the small of a woman's back the endorphine rush after five minutes of moderate jogging sunny day with two clouds in the sky way off in the distance running water (especially the sound) comfortable pair of sandles no matter what the weather is hammocks late October at a football game with a hot dog and cold beer Sunday morning drives Things that I dislike warm sushi walking in wet shoes yard work turning the key and not hearing the engine turn over deadlines showering alone the smell of a house when someone is canning tomatoes discourteous drivers waking up on pavement looking down and realizing I forgot my pants Well, that's not a complete list, but it's a good start. My company was sold earlier this year. Normally that brings about changes, some good, some bad. My floor housed about 350 people before the sale. Now there are 37 people here. I was asked to serve on the evacuation team, you know, in case a fire occurs or for some weather-related problem. I accepted and thought I would just run around screaming "Fire" and "We're all gonna die" when the time was appropriate. But we had training. Yes, and guess what position yours truly got. That's right, Disabled Assistant. I know, purplecigar , the name is very ironical. At least it didn't come with a badge. But to make my position even more laughable, guess how many disabled persons are on my floor. That's right, none. But if there were disabled people on my floor, the plan is for me to collect said people and escort them to the far end of the building. We go to the stairwell and what do we do? We wait. I'm on the third floor. And God forbid a fire happens, cause it's gonna be me waiting with the mythical disabled people for rescue on floor three. Why wait in the stairwell? I was told it was because the firemen search those first. But there are 8 on the building!!! I can only pray they start with mine. New entry to dislike list: stupid evacuation plans that will get me burned alive. Note to self: when people come to your desk in the future, look busy and annoyed until they go away. And screw Kris Bostic!!!! 1 comments so far� � |