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INOPPORTUNE FIRE DRILL
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SOME FOOL ON A HIGH HORSE
It was an inopportune fire drill stirring cubicle zombies into Funky Nassau node. That familiar but unfamiliar sound echoing throughout the building. It’s not emanating from the phone and a voice on the loudspeaker urging everyone to head to the stairwells to appraise the disaster. The warning to evacuate is under way. Heading down the stairwell knowing full well I’ll have to go back up later. It’s a drill we were forewarned so there’s no sense of urgency. No feeling of “Just let me the fuck out of here.”
No need to hurry
No real sense of urgency
It’s only a drill
No need to leap frog slowpokes
Don’t have to panic at all
