Johnny JJ
09-11-2008, 01:55 PM
I had a horrible night at work last night.
It started because I got hungry and made myself some chili and toast to eat on site. I threw the chili in the microwave and stuck some bread in the toaster. There must have been something else in the toaster because smoke started pouring out of it. I unplugged it and fanned the smoke away... right into the smoke detector. The building's firealarms went off and caused total evacuation.
The building is big enough to rate a 3 tanker fire response unit apparently. While everyone is miling around wondering why they're in the cold street in the middle of night instead of their office the firemen start to unload and rush in to investigate. Meanwhile there's me trying to tell them "yeah it was burnt toast, my bad guys". That's not humiliating at all.
Eventually the site manager was dragged out of bed and brought to the site to shut off the fire panel and check to make sure everything was in order. He was not pleased. I was sheepish, and this was only 2 hours into the shift.
I try to forget it, write up the report and everything, and walk to another building to patrol when I realize I'm missing the keycard I picked up 2 hours ago because it's no longer on the key clip on my belt. I retrace every one of my steps 3 times and I can't find the thing. So, great, now there's a master key card floating around out there. I can only hope it fell into a sewer. So I had to write a report for that, too. The site manager has yet to find out, but I imagine he won't be pleased.
Half an hour before my shift ended, I dropped the cell into the toilet.
One of those nights I guess.
It started because I got hungry and made myself some chili and toast to eat on site. I threw the chili in the microwave and stuck some bread in the toaster. There must have been something else in the toaster because smoke started pouring out of it. I unplugged it and fanned the smoke away... right into the smoke detector. The building's firealarms went off and caused total evacuation.
The building is big enough to rate a 3 tanker fire response unit apparently. While everyone is miling around wondering why they're in the cold street in the middle of night instead of their office the firemen start to unload and rush in to investigate. Meanwhile there's me trying to tell them "yeah it was burnt toast, my bad guys". That's not humiliating at all.
Eventually the site manager was dragged out of bed and brought to the site to shut off the fire panel and check to make sure everything was in order. He was not pleased. I was sheepish, and this was only 2 hours into the shift.
I try to forget it, write up the report and everything, and walk to another building to patrol when I realize I'm missing the keycard I picked up 2 hours ago because it's no longer on the key clip on my belt. I retrace every one of my steps 3 times and I can't find the thing. So, great, now there's a master key card floating around out there. I can only hope it fell into a sewer. So I had to write a report for that, too. The site manager has yet to find out, but I imagine he won't be pleased.
Half an hour before my shift ended, I dropped the cell into the toilet.
One of those nights I guess.