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Monday, April 15, 2002

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I've been directed to note by the management of this place that with her mother showing up at the end of this week, and the general crud she's feeling, there may be little in the way of content here until some time after her mother leaves next Monday. You Have Been Warned - jd.

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

Well, I've had my excitement for the day. About 10:30 a loud whooping sound was heard throughout my building. Since our building isn't exactly known for its crack security staff, we didn't think much of it. Our VP of HR went down to the security desk to see what was up. Where she found was said crack security staff running toward the security desk. Considering these guys don't even run for doughnuts, she was a bit concerned. Upon her inquiry, they told her that alarms were going off on 3 floors (6, which is our floor, 7, and 8) and that we should evacuate. So back up the elevator she goes to tell us to evacuate.

Now, here is where I know I am going to get a talking to from my 8 year old, who is currently studying safety at school during "Severe Weather Awareness Week". Since we had recently discovered the theft of $200+ from our petty cash (which was kept in the locked VP of HR's office) all the women grabbed their purses. Most of us headed for the elevators. Then we hang around the lobby of our building, waiting for someone to tell us what is going on. Eventually building insecurity tells our president that they think it was just a dusty smoke alarm that shorted out and we can go back to our floor. So, we all tromp back to our office. About 10 minutes later, security sends out a loud speaker announcement that it is safe to return to our floors. Gee, I feel so safe now.

Oh, and about the cash theft, when our VP went to report it to security, we were informed that the staffs of security, maintenance, AND cleaning all had pass keys to all locked offices. Okay, so what is the point of a locked office then, hmmm . . . Needless to say, we will no longer be holding on to petty cash at our office until we move in June.

Speaking of my safety conscious daughter, seems she had a SERIOUS lapse in judgment yesterday. She got left home alone for the first time (and probably last time for a good long time) yesterday, as she was feeling unwell at PK and wanted to lay down rather than ride around with Dad to pick everyone up. Since it was her tummy and head that were upset, he decided to let her go down to her room and rest. (Apparently she tolerates heat about as well as her mother.) She was duly informed she must stay downstairs, not answer the phone unless Mommy or Daddy's number was on the caller ID and under no circumstances go upstairs and let anyone in the house. What do we find when we arrive home? My daughter standing at the door, letting the Simon Delivers grocery guy carry in the groceries!!! We had a discussion about her lapse in judgment. Her response? Was I just supposed to let him stand out there with the groceries? YES!!! But I knew his shirt. Sigh. My child is obviously too trusting for this world and needs to be locked up in an ivory tower guarded by a fire breathing dragon for about 20 years or so.

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