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eiffel_71We had a bomb evacuation at the office this morning. Anything that gets us off the phones and out in the fresh air for half an hour gets a thumbs up from me, especially on a sunny day :) We'd been out there in the car park 20 minutes when one of the wardens told my section that we were standing in the wrong place, we should have been over on the other side. (Everyone had simply 'followed the leaders' and ended up where we did.) Lynda pointed out "They were so concerned about us they left us here." Soon another warden said to Lynda and her two friends that we could go back inside, but those three were the only people who did. I started to follow them, then saw all my team were standing stock still. It was only another five minutes later that the girl came back and said to us "Did we not tell you you could go back in?" My lady colleagues, who hadn't heard the instruction to Lynda as they'd been too busy having a good Doris among themselves, said no, and we finally filed back towards the building.
A warden was standing on a corner stopping anyone from going in the back entrance. "Why's she there?" asked a lady with a Liverpool accent.
"That bit's cordoned off," I said.
"It wasn't cordoned off on the way out, was it?" We'd come out of that door.
Her colleague added "The bomb's in the gym." That was what the mock announcement had said. "It isn't anywhere near there."
At coffee break, in the canteen I passed Pam and Judie, we said hello and I sat at the table next to theirs. When she saw me with my second packet of crisps of the break, she said "Crisps'll do you no good. Eat properly," and brandished her plastic tub of salad.
"I don't get paid till tomorrow. Crisps is all I can afford."
On our way out of the canteen Judie related the exchange to Pam, who promptly asked me whether I wanted a tub of salad that she'd bought but now didn't want.
I was gobsmacked. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." She explained that after the helping of pork escalope she'd also had, she wasn't hungry. As I sped back towards the staircase, Pam called after me "You don't want to go without your dinner," then indicating herself, "Your mother says so."
She has excellent taste - rice with raisins, red cabbage, spuds, sweetcorn, round nut-like things and plenty of mayo. Thank you, madam.
The Manager's Mix, now down to its last dregs, made a farewell appearance on the nibbles table today. And no, I didn't finish the lot, though I did have a few small handfuls during the day.
A warden was standing on a corner stopping anyone from going in the back entrance. "Why's she there?" asked a lady with a Liverpool accent.
"That bit's cordoned off," I said.
"It wasn't cordoned off on the way out, was it?" We'd come out of that door.
Her colleague added "The bomb's in the gym." That was what the mock announcement had said. "It isn't anywhere near there."
At coffee break, in the canteen I passed Pam and Judie, we said hello and I sat at the table next to theirs. When she saw me with my second packet of crisps of the break, she said "Crisps'll do you no good. Eat properly," and brandished her plastic tub of salad.
"I don't get paid till tomorrow. Crisps is all I can afford."
On our way out of the canteen Judie related the exchange to Pam, who promptly asked me whether I wanted a tub of salad that she'd bought but now didn't want.
I was gobsmacked. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." She explained that after the helping of pork escalope she'd also had, she wasn't hungry. As I sped back towards the staircase, Pam called after me "You don't want to go without your dinner," then indicating herself, "Your mother says so."
She has excellent taste - rice with raisins, red cabbage, spuds, sweetcorn, round nut-like things and plenty of mayo. Thank you, madam.
The Manager's Mix, now down to its last dregs, made a farewell appearance on the nibbles table today. And no, I didn't finish the lot, though I did have a few small handfuls during the day.
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Date: 2006-08-30 09:51 pm (UTC)Call me cynical, but I'm sure that if the building did ever blow up then we'd all be squashed...