-Maya Angelou
Fire Drill… at the 27th Floor
April 12, 2008So there I was typing away at my laptop when my buddy tells me "Oi fire drill!" and proceeds to run to the bathroom… to hide.
Jokes aside we trudge our way to the elevator lobby… and move away to the staircase where we see that fateful number "27." And we all went down with "oh crap" thought balloons. I’m sorry I accidentally deleted the picture I took of the staircases we climbed. Eventually while we made it to a few flights down, someone tossed a ciggy butt that he found to the space where you can poke your head into to look how far you have to go. A few more flights down we start talking about what if those placeholder numbers loop back to "27." Twilight Zone.
And this was what was downstairs.
Look at that mass of people!
And finally the show
After all was said and done we realized that getting back to the office would prove to be a problem considering the large amount of people who’ll be crowding the elevators.
So we head over to McDonald’s, grab a bite to eat, effectively gaining back whatever calories we burned through the whole ordeal.
Work resumes.
*"Pano kung nagfire drill sila kapag nasa elevator tayo?"
