On my way home from work, I saw that they iced over the fountains at City Hall. It wasn’t even that cold out, but I suppose it’s cold enough to sustain the rink. I reached into my bag for the Canon digicam, but when I turned it on I noticed I did it again — I left the memory card in the card reader. Which is at home. Argh!
I do this once in a while, but just for these occasions I also carry around two EXTRA cards in my bag, but I did I remember that then? Noo-o-o-o-o… I do this to myself all the time: I’m nearly always more prepared than I think I am — I carry around postage stamps, extra pens, stash cash in odd places in case I run out, but then I forget that I’ve done it.
Speaking of being prepared, my workplace had its annual fire drill this afternoon, which was an annoyance to some but a source of amusement for the rest of us. Imagine an entire Toronto office building emptying out onto the sidewalks of a major thoroughfare in the middle of the afternoon. With our government-issue key cards hanging around our necks, we looked like refugees from a convention, easy targets for heckling by the smart-alecks returning to work from their lunch:
“Fire drill?”
“No,” someone shot back, “we’re having a meeting.”
Overheard in my group: “The fire alarm went off just as I pressed ‘START’ on the microwave. I thought I did something wrong!”*
“At least it’s a sunny day.”
“Where’s [fellow employee]?” — said someone taking roll call. Another pointed to him sauntering down the street, one of the many who probably never read the email memo and was totally oblivious to the fact that no one would know if they burnt to a crisp or snuck out to buy a doughnut at Tim Horton’s.
The fun part was, of course, trying to get BACK to work. Why on earth are we stampeding back to work?
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