Not Amused

So, back on Tuesday night a little after 1 in the morning, the fire alarm for the building went off. It took me quite a while to wake up and start wondering what that horrible, horrible noise was. I crawled out of bed and peeked out the door and saw all the flashing. Grumbling I went back and slowly, groggily started getting dressed to go outside. About the time I was ready to grab the work laptop and head outside, the alarms stopped. I again peeked outside and saw firemen in the hallway standing around unconcerned. I gave a long look and then crawled back into bed.

Later that night there were some very loud jerks getting in a fight outside my window. What is it about Tuesday nights at DC-10 that brings out the loud people? But that's not the point of this post.

Last night, shortly after 2, the fire alarm went off again. I was quicker getting dressed, since my wallet and keys were still in my pants and I didn't have to hunt them down. I slung the laptop over my back and went out in front. I was expecting a crowd of fellow residents to be out there. There were two other people out front that weren't firemen. Later I saw there were about 4 more people out on the patio. So out of 15 floors of residents, only around 10 people came out of the building. Good thing it wasn't on fire. Still, this sort of monkey business strengthens my resolve to get out of the Tower of Odd Smells.