May 11, 2006
Today, we had a fire drill. This becomes quite the endeavour when you work on the 19th floor of an office building. We worked our way down the stairs, and when we finally made it outside, we gathered round the nice building safety men and duly listened to their schpiel about rendevous points, in the case of a real fire. Thankfully, this was just a drill and they allowed us to use the elevators to return to our work ladened desks. As we walked back into our offices, my friend Kari turned to me and said straightfaced and without missing a beat, "If we ever have a fire here ... meet me in the knitting shop." (it's right next door).