An Exciting Evening
Jun. 7th, 2004 06:25 pmSo there I was at work last night, having just about settled in, when the fire alarm rings.
'Don't worry', I was assured by the day shift, 'they have been testing all day.'
Then the PA says something about this is not a drill, that an alarm has been registered on the 30th floor, and listen for further announcements. I work on the 48th floor, and so I began to worry slightly.
I worried more when the next two PA announcements got cut off (good job post testing, guys!); the floor supervisor called our 19th floor center where the shift supervisor was, and was told that we should evacuate. Naturally, this being a fire situation, elevators were right out.
DAMN, it's hard to go down 48 floors on the stairs. Even now, almost 24 hours later, my thighs are still kind of knotted, the calves feel rubbery.
And naturally, as soon as we got out the door, we saw the fire truck disappearing (I guess the all-clear was sounded sometime when we were between the 15th and 25th floors). At least the elevators were on to go back up.
But now I appreciate further not only what the folks in WTC had to go through (we at least had lights), as well as the brave (insane) people who annually run in the Empire State Building Run-Up. 86 flights, UP!
Oy.
'Don't worry', I was assured by the day shift, 'they have been testing all day.'
Then the PA says something about this is not a drill, that an alarm has been registered on the 30th floor, and listen for further announcements. I work on the 48th floor, and so I began to worry slightly.
I worried more when the next two PA announcements got cut off (good job post testing, guys!); the floor supervisor called our 19th floor center where the shift supervisor was, and was told that we should evacuate. Naturally, this being a fire situation, elevators were right out.
DAMN, it's hard to go down 48 floors on the stairs. Even now, almost 24 hours later, my thighs are still kind of knotted, the calves feel rubbery.
And naturally, as soon as we got out the door, we saw the fire truck disappearing (I guess the all-clear was sounded sometime when we were between the 15th and 25th floors). At least the elevators were on to go back up.
But now I appreciate further not only what the folks in WTC had to go through (we at least had lights), as well as the brave (insane) people who annually run in the Empire State Building Run-Up. 86 flights, UP!
Oy.