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zephyrofgodWe had an adventure today at work.
I got there, bright and early at 10:30 this morning, finished the loose ends around the station, opened, made a burrito.
Then: Sirens. And "Attention. Attention. An emergency has been reported. Please evacuate the building," in a cool, not all-together unpleasant male voice (that is, until you hear it for the fifth billionth time). And no, it wasn't a planned drill, because the supervisors and management all got the deer-in-the-headlights look. That's always entertaining.
So, we haul our happy asses outside and grab a seat on a low retaining wall/bike rack. (seriously, whoever planned this needs to be shot. I've tripped over that damn thing too many times) and grabbed a seat. Some of the faster thinking Aramarkers grabbed cigarettes on the way out (how, I don't know), and proceeded to have a smoke break. That's irony. So is rain on your wedding day. A free ride when you've already paid. Some good advice that you just didn't take. But who would've thought it figured? :P
Anyway... we all grab a seat, and in rushes the Campus Safety car, lights and sirens going nutso. Out of the car runs Kristiana, who frequents the Mexican concept, at the fastest clip I've ever seen a Campus Safety officer run. Up the stairs she went, and a crowd starts to form at the bottom entrance to the Union, with people milling about trying to figure out what the hell happened. Naturally, people assume that I know what's going on because I work there. Sorry, y'all. I'm just as clueless (because I never get a straight story from anyone).
Thirty minutes later, the all clear is sounded, and the Aramarkers are told to be at the front to be ready for the sudden influx of hungry college students. We get in, find out what else has happened (it smells like burnt plastic, over-fried egg rolls, and various other ick) to find that the people we're supposed to feed were like vultures circling over carrion in the desert.
You know it's bad when you've got supervisors putting on vinyl gloves to help out with food prep.
At any rate, we got the sudden (and yes, I do mean sudden) influx taken care of, and then I found out what happened.
The Catering department has several food warmers. Apparently, they were warm (and no one knew, oddly) and on top of them were plastic bread warmers. These erupted into flame, and thus caused the fire alarm.
Only here, I swear.
I got there, bright and early at 10:30 this morning, finished the loose ends around the station, opened, made a burrito.
Then: Sirens. And "Attention. Attention. An emergency has been reported. Please evacuate the building," in a cool, not all-together unpleasant male voice (that is, until you hear it for the fifth billionth time). And no, it wasn't a planned drill, because the supervisors and management all got the deer-in-the-headlights look. That's always entertaining.
So, we haul our happy asses outside and grab a seat on a low retaining wall/bike rack. (seriously, whoever planned this needs to be shot. I've tripped over that damn thing too many times) and grabbed a seat. Some of the faster thinking Aramarkers grabbed cigarettes on the way out (how, I don't know), and proceeded to have a smoke break. That's irony. So is rain on your wedding day. A free ride when you've already paid. Some good advice that you just didn't take. But who would've thought it figured? :P
Anyway... we all grab a seat, and in rushes the Campus Safety car, lights and sirens going nutso. Out of the car runs Kristiana, who frequents the Mexican concept, at the fastest clip I've ever seen a Campus Safety officer run. Up the stairs she went, and a crowd starts to form at the bottom entrance to the Union, with people milling about trying to figure out what the hell happened. Naturally, people assume that I know what's going on because I work there. Sorry, y'all. I'm just as clueless (because I never get a straight story from anyone).
Thirty minutes later, the all clear is sounded, and the Aramarkers are told to be at the front to be ready for the sudden influx of hungry college students. We get in, find out what else has happened (it smells like burnt plastic, over-fried egg rolls, and various other ick) to find that the people we're supposed to feed were like vultures circling over carrion in the desert.
You know it's bad when you've got supervisors putting on vinyl gloves to help out with food prep.
At any rate, we got the sudden (and yes, I do mean sudden) influx taken care of, and then I found out what happened.
The Catering department has several food warmers. Apparently, they were warm (and no one knew, oddly) and on top of them were plastic bread warmers. These erupted into flame, and thus caused the fire alarm.
Only here, I swear.
