<bg>I used to work on the 37th floor (!important) as a contractor for a major Canadian bank. I worked on their internal websites and sent out newsletters to their distribution lists. It was six to seven months of pure hell that even made me cry three times in a single day. However, I'm glad to be out of it now.</bg>
Anyway, I remember one time back in 2006, when I heard a fire alarm inside one of the bank's buildings. Remember that I worked on the 37th floor. This is important.
The procedure is for us to go down the stairs, as only those who used wheelchairs or scooters were allowed to use the elevators. Now, I hope you remembered that I worked on the 37th floor. You did? Good.
Because I had to walk down 37 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS! 37. FLIGHTS. OF. STAIRS. It seemed like a neverending nightmare!
By the time I got down to the first floor, my legs were like jelly. I still remember this event to this day.
I'm glad that I don't work for a company that's located on a level that high anymore!
BTW, what are YOUR personal fire safety drill horror stories?
Anyway, I remember one time back in 2006, when I heard a fire alarm inside one of the bank's buildings. Remember that I worked on the 37th floor. This is important.
The procedure is for us to go down the stairs, as only those who used wheelchairs or scooters were allowed to use the elevators. Now, I hope you remembered that I worked on the 37th floor. You did? Good.
Because I had to walk down 37 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS! 37. FLIGHTS. OF. STAIRS. It seemed like a neverending nightmare!
By the time I got down to the first floor, my legs were like jelly. I still remember this event to this day.
I'm glad that I don't work for a company that's located on a level that high anymore!
BTW, what are YOUR personal fire safety drill horror stories?
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