My boss, a colleague and I were working late last night trying to get a presentation done for a meeting we're having Thursday in Florida. Sometime around 6:15 (yes I realize that's not late, but we were nowhere near done) the fire alarm went off. We milled about for a bit ignoring it until we realized we should probably leave. After reminding my boss that he needed to take the stairs not the elevator we started our descent. We were immediately hit by the smell of gasoline. Not good. After hanging out on the sidewalk to see what was going on, he took us to McDonald's and bought us sundaes. He and I sent our pregnant co-worker home and were able to enter the building at 7:30 and work another hour or so. L'Enfant in December combined with this in January makes me wonder what February holds for me in the world of evacuation.
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