Fire...drill?

Company Fake Out

So, around 1:40 or so this loud noise starts moving angrily through the office

in long increments, and I see heads pop up and leisurely walk toward their friends’ cube to figure out where they were going. I hear, "Starbucks?" from the cube next to mine as I remove my headphones that had prevented me from acknowledging the banshee horn for the first few seconds. "Yeah, this might be a long one."

I start to tuck away my iPod as I get an email from one of the authors for a

guideline that is moving to production this week, requesting that I send him a blank copy of the conflict of interest form he and his fellow authors need to fill out. So, as everyone else sloths down the stairs toward the parking lot and to their cars I sit formatting this form and responding with it in the body of the email. Within not more than a few seconds from me actually getting up and making my way to the exit the alarm shuts off.

Everyone's upbeat steps cease, shoulders slump over and everyone returns to

their desk.