Today, had the pleasure (haha!) of participating in a fire drill at the London office.
Fire bell rang, I grabbed my house keys -- because really, if there is a fire, is that any excuse for me not to be able to go home? -- and walked down 3 flights of stairs.
While strolling to the church parking lot, I admitted to a co-worker that if a fire were to break out in the downtown office in LA... I'd just have to kiss my black ass goodbye. Because really, there's no way I'd be able to race down 50 flights of stairs, with a few thousand people walking ahead of me, and beat the fire. Let's be honest people! A big enough fire would kill me by smoke inhalation. And I'm scared of heights, so am I really expected to be able to jump out of the window?
Thus my plan is to try my best each day to keep my karma straight and stay in good graces with my maker. In the meanwhile, at least I know I have a walking chance in London to out-walk a fire. Who-hoo! Unfortunately, my inability to remember which direction the cars are coming from might just do me in instead.
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