Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Excitment Never Ends




So, I had to dial 911 yesterday. Not a common, everyday type occurrence, no. Necessary all the same.

Why? Oh, my office was on fire.


So, I'm sitting at my desk, reading a blog around noon yesterday, when I hear the pounding on the door to my hallway (My office is in a different part of the building from the majority of the folks at my office. On this day, I was the only one on my side.) So, grumbling, I get up from my computer to see what the fuss is about. Through the see-through side-bar on our door I can see the frantic look on my coworkers face. Her hands waving for me to walk faster. I couldn't imagine what was going on. Maybe someone was having a heart-attack? Several of my coworkers are older ladies, so that was the only thing I could imagine.

As soon as I open the door, the smell hits me. A thick burning rubber/plastic smell smacked me in the nostrils.

My coworker, in her frantic state points through the door behind her, and I see it. Dense clouds of smoke pluming from the back of the room. I can't see the back wall.

"There's a fire in there!!" she shrieked. "Is Diane here?" (Diane is my boss and the building manager.) "No", I said, "haven't seen her all day. But, we need to get out of here right NOW"!

And that we did. On the way out of my office I grabbed my cell phone and called my supervisor who was in a meeting across town. I let her know the situation as best I could. She asked if anyone had called 911 yet. I felt certain that someone had already, as I was rather later to the scene than most everyone else in my office, but I figured I better call just in case everyone was thinking the same thing.

Did you know when you call 911 your cell phone enters into "emergency" mode and won't let you dial any numbers other than 911 until you exit out of it? I'm not sure what that's all about, but it damn sure was confusing in a moment of panic.

Within maybe a minute, maybe less, the firetrucks showed up. Yep, plural. They sent, for some reason I do not understand, three of them. The men in their heavy uniforms and masks trundled into the smoke filled building. Apparently one of my braver coworkers had thought fast and grabbed the fire extinguisher. She had already put out the flames for the most part, so really they were just checking to be sure it was out. Once they had confirmed that there were in fact no more flames, they brought out the industrial fans to air the place out.

While we waited for the smoke to clear, one of the firemen walked over to where a bunch of us were standing. "Well, we know what caused the fire!" he announced. My, I thought, that was fast.

"Yep", he said. "It was that candle."

And, we all knew what candle that was.

See, despite the fact that burning candles in a state building would seem to be an obvious no-no, and while it is EXPLICITLY against the rules, there are those that do it anyway. I don't know if it is some sort of act of rebellion on their parts, or just general ass-hatery, but I can assure you, this is an issue. Probably in every state building everywhere.

And this particular hard-head had set our motherfucking office on fire.

Oddly, this is NOT what disturbs me the most.

No, what disturbs me the most is that evidently, we do not have fire alarms in our office??? With all the roaring, rising smoke not a single BEEP! was heard. If my coworker hadn't come looking for Diane down my hallway, I might not have gotten out of the building!

How utterly fucking unacceptable is THAT? Additionally, how utterly unsurprising is that?

Exactly.

But, I am seriously pissed off about it, as I think are a number of my coworkers. I'm almost glad that Dumbass McBumpkin started the damn fire, because it highlighted this point. Next time, the fire might not be so easily controlled and someone might get seriously hurt or killed.

I mean, with all the jankity ass wiring going on in this office, it's a surprise that we don't have fires every damn day.


So, what the shit? Should I write to the head of my department? The governor? If this is an issue here, I know this must be an issue in lots of state offices. Where is the oversight for this shit?!

11 comments:

Kori said...

I am glad everyone is okay, blah blah blah, had to have been very scary, the lack of alarms is seriously disturbing, but what I really loved about this post is the use of profanity; you totally make me laugh out loud, and have now become my heroine. : )

All This Trouble... said...

someone burned one of our schools down with incense. Incense, no less! The talk was that he "thought" he extinguished it. Then he THREW IT IN THE TRASHCAN! On a Friday! Needless to say, It was a disco inferno within a few hours. Who uses incense at work? I love it. Nothing better than Superhit but I don't burn it at work! What's up with that?

I'm glad you're okay. The last fire I dealt with was on the intake unit of a pysch hospital. That was NOT fun. And yes, I'd definitely report it to everyone I thought had any influence.

Aunt Becky said...

freakasaurus rex, yo. glad you're okay!

Steph said...

I would start with your manager, and then if there isn't a smoke alarm within a week or so, move up from there.

Petit fleur said...

I'm sure the dept of Insurance would love to hear about it! Srsly, I'm not sure, but maybe the State Attorney's Office may be a place to start asking...?

Glad you got out.

pf

Ms. Moon said...

I'm just glad you were okay, dear Ms. Lemon.

May said...

That is some crazy shit! Every time I move into a new apartment I have to hammer a new smoke detector off the wall the first time I decide to make toast in the oven and these are not fancy apartments. You'd think the state would have at least as much class as a Tallahassee slumlord! WTF! Did you ever finish reading that blog?

Lady Lemon said...

Kori - Thank-you, I try.

ATT - Some people just can't help themselves, I guess. In high school I had a teacher who was known for smoking cigars in his class room. He never caught anything on fire, but the place always smelled like an ash tray.

AB - Thanks! It was some freak-a-licous shit, man.

Steph - Good thoughts.

PF - I was considering the insurance company.

Ms Moon - Me too!

May - Wtf indeed! You would think the state could slap up some $5 smoke detectors at the very least.
I did finish reading that blog. It was your mother's.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

My Dear Lady Lemon,
I am EVER SO RELIEVED that you are alright. A candle? You're shitting me. Man, oh man.

Much love and relief,

SB

Lady Lemon said...

SB -People are fuckng idiots, no? And I am relieved that YOU are back. You had me worried there for a second. That's the thing about cyber friends! Something horrible could happen to one of you and I would never know of it!!!

-RageBoXx said...

1) How in the fuck does someone manage to light an office with a...candle? o.O

2) No fire alarms. Dude. Not cool. Though, if you think about it, it's because of fire alarms that people go mad and panic. Maybe they should think about changing that mind numbingly annoying sound to something more pleasant - like that insanely hot voice of Megan Fox telling everyone to just relax, and proceed to the nearest exit. And if someone is blocking your way then shove that motherfucker down the stairs and run like craaazeh. Or something like that.