doodledee

We had a severe storm drill in the office today. I didn't notice because I had my headphones on and I didn't hear it. Fortunately, one of the Indian guys out here tapped me on the shoulder to let me know, thereby saving me from getting yelled at by our Floor Captain. I think I owe him my [virtual] life.

My cube is on the second floor, but the building I'm in is kind of like a walk out basement in that there are windows on one side, but it's like 50 feet underground on the other. Oddly, a 50 foot thick blanket of earth isn't enough of a comfort zone for GE, because they hustled our whole crew down to the exercise room in the next building over. It was, at best, controlled chaos.

When the drill ended - after like 5 minutes - this big voice boomed out over the building's public address system:

Attention employees: the drill is over; return immediately to your work areas.

As hundreds of us marched like cattle back to our little grey boxes, I was laughing on the outside, but I was crying a little bit on the inside, too.

Moo.

(There's probably a thoughtcrime joke in there somewhere, but I'm too busy enjoying these doubleplus good Famous Amos cookies to dig for it.)