It was 7am this morning. I had just arrived to work and already into my normal morning routine; which consist of drinking my nonfat Chai, eating breakfast (Poptart), and sorting through my email. All the sudden the fire alarm began to blare. I’m not being dramatic when I say blare. It was deaf defying loud. I discovered, this morning, the fire alarm for my whole floor is in my cube. Awesome. I knew there was a reason no one wanted this prime real estate cube. Folks, when the alarm began to blare it scared me so bad that I jumped out of my chair and ran into the hallway. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew my office is not where I needed to be. After I calmed down, and my coworkers stopped laughing at me. I discovered my building was testing the fire alarms. You would think they would have sent out an email warning everyone of this! Oh, they did that? So, I was the only one that fled their office? My bad.
As I was talking to my coworkers, I noticed both of my hands had a death grip on something. I looked down to see what I had planned to save from the "suppose" fire. I was planning to save my nonfat Chai and Poptart. Yup, that’s OK Chick, saving her food over THE PERFECT PURSE.