981 Steps & A Broken Flask

Durn! I just broke the metal flask that my mum gave me. Argh. I don't believe it... The top portiong of the screw top came off, and it just doesn't seem to be put back together again. Gasp! I am so dead.

Talking about being broken... there was a fire drill in my building today -- and guess which level my office is in. A good 42nd storey. The building's only about 43 storeys high. And, we have to walk down 42 flight of stairs. The fire drills was due at 10am, and there were some people who went down a couple of minutes earlier to avoid walking down the stairs. Well, I would have if I could. Take a leisure walk to the life, press a couple of buttons, enjoy the lovely hot coffee at the coffee bar in the opposite side of the street, kick back, relax and watch the show unfold. Yes, i decided to take those 981 steps down. Together with a few dilligent colleagues. I was there because I wanted to support Nat and Mich, our Floor Warden and Stairs Warden. Way to go Nat, Mich! It was lovely to see those yellow and red fireman hats in your hands -- it would have been better if you guys wore them.. You'll look perfectly professional. Though Nat will probably be charred leaving only his yellow hat behind.... We will observe a min of silence for the yellow hat! *silence*



To tell the truth.. the walk down wasn't that bad... my legs just started to feel like jello when it reached the 18th floor... I was so going to fall forward on my face in the heels i was wearing. I'm beginning to regret for not taking note of the email that yellow hat sent out last week. I did vaguely recall that there was a fire drill going on, but that mental note I made for 7th Sep didn't seem to be in any part of my memory when I dress up for the day's work, which, evidently, I wasn't preparing for a long 42-storey walk down. But it was an achievement, to walk down 42 storeys... IN HEELS... amazing isn't it. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the effects wouldn't
kick in tomorrow and i wouldn't feel... ... broken.....