In other news, my RAs set off the fire alarm today causing the entire 13 story office building to evacuate. I was out to lunch with the person I am replacing. When we came back we walked in and were immediately told to close the door behind us. Then came the story.
"We had a fire alarm"
"Well that's the whole story, way to ruin it."
(false- only 1 small part of the story)
"Well, while she was in the bathroom, I decided to make my Mac & Cheese. When mine finished, I started to make hers. As I was putting it in the microwave she came back. About one minute in, something started to smell terrible. When I looked back to the microwave I notice it was all cloudy. I opened it and...well...it was filled with smoke. I took the easy mac container out and put it in the sink and filled it with water - this caused even more smoke, and then the alarm went of. We all had to evacuate the building. The firemen and police came- they questioned a bunch of people. At one point I overheard someone say 'I heard it was girls on the 10th floor' and just started to laugh."
Turns out, in being distracted with the other girl coming back, the first did not remember to fill the easy mac bowl with water. The seasoning lit on fire and that is that. A building full of faculty and other staff, 13 stories tall, on a 90 degree day, was forced to evacuate - meaning taking the stairs. This cuased me to remember being annoyed at a firetruck driving by during lunch (we ate outside). Yes, this truck was on it way to our building because of my RAs.
We laughed about it most of the afternoon.
Oh, and our floor is now without a microwave. Maybe because its broken. I think its punishment. The old - if you can't use it properly, you don't deserve to have it.
(courtesy of the 10th floor psychology lab)
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