So today there was a fire in my building. It was an electrical fire on the 4th floor and I was way up on the 12th floor. And I have to say it was defiantly scary walking down those 12 flights to the bottom floor, smelling smoke and seeing firefighters going up the steps with axes in their hands. By the time I was outside, my adrenaline was so high that my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Seriously I wasn’t scared, but for some reason my damn legs were out of control. Just standing still it looked like I was going into a seizure, my whole body shook as a result of my legs! Although I should say right off that I do suffer from anxiety, and while it is under control most of the time when something like this happens it always seems to have much more of an effect on me than anyone else. I mean there were hundreds of people outside all talking, laughing, and taking pictures near the fire trucks, and there I was not being able to stand still cause I didn’t want anyone to notice my legs!
Well anyway we were outside a good 2 hours, but I was really hoping to have my boss just say, it’s okay go on home for the day. Especially since it took me over 2 hours to get home last night because of the damn train, which means I didn’t get home until 9:15. A nice little half-day would have been really nice. But nevertheless here I am back in my office, counting down the hours til I get to leave. And mind you, I don’t get to leave until 7, so that means I still have about 6 hours to go! Oh well, at least I was able to post a little blog!
1 comment:
That is scary. In college I lived on the 12th floor on and apt. building and the worst part of any fire drill was the walking up 12 flights of stairs becuase the elevators weren't working yet.
That was quite a work out.
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