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Jul. 25th, 2002 12:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeSo, I'm sitting here at my computer desk after just having logged on. The majority of the evening has been spent working on more dolly minions. And I'm sitting here, reading about the Winchester House from a link that the Wee Ninja sent me.
The fire alarm for our building goes off.
A bit of background, for those of you who have no idea about my apartment building. Throughout the almost entire time I had lived here, there has been a problem with the smoke alarms. Not the bitty ones which go into the individual apartments, but the big important ones what warn us of impending bodily reduction to ashes. Day and night, they would just...go off. Usually for ten seconds spurts, once every 15 minutes or so for about an hour. Then nothing.
No one ever could explain what was going on, but there sure as fuck wasn't a fire up in this place. The middle of the night alarms were the worst, especially as my teeny closet bedroom is set on the wall which borders the building hallway. And being it's a closet, there's not as much soundproofing in my wall border as there would be in say a REAL bedroom.
I spent many sleepless nights because of this stupid fucking alarms. And it got to the point where if there /was/ a real fire, the entire building would ignore it until it was too late and we'd all wind up being heaps of carbonised ash.
Yay. One of my worst fears is my home catching aflame. For one thing, how in bloody hell would we get all the four legged denizens of this apartment out of the building and in one piece? We've only got *thinks for a second* two cat carriers (one of which is a plastic box and not fit for carrying a hampster in). Five cats+one ferret=someone's not getting out alive. Most likely me, because I'd be stuck chasing them around, trying to stuff them into pillowcases or some other such nonsense.
Anyway, the retarded alarm goes off for ten seconds and then stops. Nothing for a couple of minutes, then I hear a very loud and long /roaring/ sound. Roaring? Yes, roaring. what the fuck is going on?!
I poke my head out the door to see if there's any yellow jacketed men running about with large hoses full of water. Nope. Nothing. But, there's still that roar. And it's very loud. Have I mentioned how loud it is, yet?
No one's knocked on our door and I can hear no commotion of the billion and one elderly renters fleeing for their lives. I go back into my apartment and stand, stupidly, in front of the door for a moment.
Open the door again, this time braving the ten foot walk to the base of the stairs. The front door is propped open with the rather enormous plant that sits out on the front steps leading up to the apartment building. And there's a /fan/ sitting in the doorway.
It would appear that the people in #14 have decided that midnight is a grand time to bake brownies. And they have now discovered that their oven is malfunctional.
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The fire alarm for our building goes off.
A bit of background, for those of you who have no idea about my apartment building. Throughout the almost entire time I had lived here, there has been a problem with the smoke alarms. Not the bitty ones which go into the individual apartments, but the big important ones what warn us of impending bodily reduction to ashes. Day and night, they would just...go off. Usually for ten seconds spurts, once every 15 minutes or so for about an hour. Then nothing.
No one ever could explain what was going on, but there sure as fuck wasn't a fire up in this place. The middle of the night alarms were the worst, especially as my teeny closet bedroom is set on the wall which borders the building hallway. And being it's a closet, there's not as much soundproofing in my wall border as there would be in say a REAL bedroom.
I spent many sleepless nights because of this stupid fucking alarms. And it got to the point where if there /was/ a real fire, the entire building would ignore it until it was too late and we'd all wind up being heaps of carbonised ash.
Yay. One of my worst fears is my home catching aflame. For one thing, how in bloody hell would we get all the four legged denizens of this apartment out of the building and in one piece? We've only got *thinks for a second* two cat carriers (one of which is a plastic box and not fit for carrying a hampster in). Five cats+one ferret=someone's not getting out alive. Most likely me, because I'd be stuck chasing them around, trying to stuff them into pillowcases or some other such nonsense.
Anyway, the retarded alarm goes off for ten seconds and then stops. Nothing for a couple of minutes, then I hear a very loud and long /roaring/ sound. Roaring? Yes, roaring. what the fuck is going on?!
I poke my head out the door to see if there's any yellow jacketed men running about with large hoses full of water. Nope. Nothing. But, there's still that roar. And it's very loud. Have I mentioned how loud it is, yet?
No one's knocked on our door and I can hear no commotion of the billion and one elderly renters fleeing for their lives. I go back into my apartment and stand, stupidly, in front of the door for a moment.
Open the door again, this time braving the ten foot walk to the base of the stairs. The front door is propped open with the rather enormous plant that sits out on the front steps leading up to the apartment building. And there's a /fan/ sitting in the doorway.
It would appear that the people in #14 have decided that midnight is a grand time to bake brownies. And they have now discovered that their oven is malfunctional.
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Date: 2002-07-24 09:47 pm (UTC)apartment bullshit
Date: 2002-07-24 10:24 pm (UTC)