Day Off

I love the absurd, and I work in a government office.  How can I not have fun? 

I don't know about you, but I would expect emergency instructions to be written in order of the actions to be performed.  You know, a step-by-step set of instructions to follow in case of emergency.  I guess that would be too easy, because here are our instructions for a fire emergency in the office.  I am paraphrasing here, but I'm being faithful to the original content. 

Fire Emergency

• Discovering a fire
• Notify LCOM and/or AMA
• Use fire extinguisher if the fire is small
• LCOM and/or AMA will activate emergency alarm and an employee will call 911
• Upon activation of the emergency alarm
• Report activation of emergency alarm (This is the bullet point that struck me as funny.  Report to whom???  "Hey, guys, that alarm you hear going off, and those lights you see flashing, it's the emergency alarm.  I activated it."  I guess the report should be made to Dallas.  "Hello, Dallas?  This is the Lake Charles office.  What?  I can't hear you.  What did you say?  What?  You can't hear me?  It's Lake Charles...  LAKE CHARLES....  LAKE CHARLES.  I'VE ACTIVATED THE EMERGENCY ALARM."
• All exit immediately by terminating work, phone calls, etc.  (This whole thing would make a lot more sense except for that one little word, "exit."   Maybe "prepare to exit" would be a better phrasing, 'cuz at this point, I'm gone.)
• Secure all sensitive information
• Assist others who have difficulty exiting the building
• Take all personal possessions
• Close all doors 
• Proceed to exit

Anyway, when you are reading your handouts because the phones have not rung for the past hour, it's easy to find humor in them. 

I heard this story yesterday morning on my way to work.  It seems a man in New Mexico traveled to New Orleans to attend Mardi Gras.  He left his dog at home.  The dog got loose and was wandering around.  A family who were on vacation in New Mexico found him.  They were unable to find a vet's office open to have him checked for a microchip, so they took him back home with them.  When they got home, they took him to the vet who was able to identify his owner.  The family tracked down the owner, who was still in New Orleans.  Here's the neat part of the story.  Since the family lived in New Orleans, they were able to reunite the dog with his owner.  And they all marched in the Krewe of Barkus Parade!  I guess the dog wanted to go to Mardi Gras, too.

I discovered last night that I have doubled up on my night meds a few times.  Four times, to be exact.  I guess that explains why it's been harder to wake up some mornings....  Thank goodness I didn't have any more serious side effects.  I knew my night meds affected my ability to think clearly, but I didn't realize it was that bad.  It was a little disconcerting to realize what I'd done.  Now that I know, I can make sure I don't do it again.  Time to get out my pill container with places for the days of the week.  I just hope I don't have trouble sleeping when I run out.  Maybe I should skip every other night to catch up so I don't have a stretch of time without them.  I can't refill my prescription early.

Well, I'm off today.  I have my appointment with Jeremy today, so I took the day off, and I'm going to work on Saturday.  I'm outta here.  Daylight's burning.