About twenty minutes ago I noticed a flicker in my peripheral, and then a loud klaxon. *le sigh* This better not be one of those tests.... or should I hope it to be one instead of a real fire?

Bah.. I am on the third floor with two large stairwells down to the first floor. I am certain we can barrel our way through. Either way a recorded voice indicates here was a fire reported in our building and at this time to not leave our desks. We were to remain put for further information. So of course some of us milled around, and others hit up the restroom before the inferno. I saved off all my work and made plans to direct people down the stairwell and to generally what needs to be done to save lives.

After the first ten minutes I mutter loudly "*sniff, sniff* Do I smell smoke?". Dan found it funny and giggle while BossMom's hearing is impeccable and she questioned what I said. When I said I was joking I do not think she was amused.

Either way it's been twenty five freaking minutes. Where's my damn update? Is there a firestorm of flames and heat stories above me? I... need... information!