About halfway through my download, I was rudely interrupted by our building's fire alarm system. SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. I seriously thought I was going to jump out of my skin there for a second.
First thought..."Oh shit, is there really a fire?" We have never had a drill before, and the maintenance guy was even down in the lobby on his computer as well. He was totally baffled, so that didn't help with the freaking out situation.
Next thought...DOG! I figured poor Turner-pup's ears must really be ringing, so I grabbed my laptop and darted for the stairs (since obviously the elevator was out of commission hehe). The main thought running through my mind while I made my way up two floors was, "What else should I try to grab?"
Obviously, I already had my laptop in hand, so I kept it, grabbed Turner, and my purse. The only other thing that I made sure of offhand was to lock the place, in case some crafty thief would try to loot the damn place!
Once I got outside it got me thinking though. Although I don't have that many possessions period, there are some pretty important ones that I missed. Try some very important documents, such as my Social Security card and birth certificate. I did have my passport on me though, so that's a plus I suppose. NOTE TO SELF: Get safe-deposit box and get these things stashed away!
Also, I have this diary I've kept since I was a first grader. That's right, FIRST GRADE. That's 21 years of sporadic life moments right there. That would have been quite a loss...I mean, obviously by now you can tell how exciting my life can be. Imagine the previous 21 years....you think you know, but believe me, you have no fucking clue.
I also have a stuffed cow that would really need saving. I have had this stuffed animal FOREVER. And yes, I still sleep with the damn thing (assuming it's only me in the bed, of course). Call me a child if you want, but the darn thing is just so cozy squished into my chest. It's the perfect size too. I've tried to recreate the feeling using a pillow before...pillow = FAIL. Pillows are just too damn big.
This stuffed cow doesn't have a name. He was purchased by my mother back when I was very young. Prior to cow, I had an adorable Pound Puppy that was a gift from my late step-grandfather. He and I were very close, and I treasured the Pound Puppy as it was something that reminded me of him (he had died from a very aggressive cancer that started in his lungs and progressed to many other organs...it was a slow and painful death...and it was very hard for me to see what he went through at my age). Pound Puppy was lost on a road trip I went on with my father and sister. Needless to say, I was fucking devastated. I definitely cried over the loss of it more than once. In hopes that it would heighten my spirits, my mother took me to a local department store and helped me pick out my new stuffed cow. It doesn't really remind me of my grandfather anymore, but rather my mother instead...it's a comfort to have around. Anyway, enough of running off on that tangent...
I really don't think there is anything else I would grab. Does it seem strange that I don't have any other possessions that I would feel the need to save? WELL, ASIDE FROM THAT FACT THAT MY TAHOE WOULD BE TRAPPED IN THE GARAGE BELOW THE FUCKING BURNING BUILDING. That would really suck.
Luckily, it was a false alarm. Some IDIOT and his friends that had been BBQ-ing on the rooftop "accidentally" pulled the fire alarm. We had to sit outside and wait while the firemen inspected the place anyway...so much for relaxation. It was a great experience for preparation though...at least now I know what I'm going to grab on my way out! If only the elevator was a plausible option for getting stuff out...then I could just shove as much as possible into that handy dandy shopping cart that I recently acquired.
Song of the day: "The Sign" Ace of Base (don't ask me why, but this song has been stuck in my fucking head all day...NO IDEA where it came from)
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