I was on my way to pick up some stuff off the printer at work today, and the little red fire alarm on the wall practically called my name. "Pull Down," it says, in this extremely inviting and naughty way.
You'll be proud to know I didn't do it. But for that half-second, I thought about it. Really wanted to touch it. Thought about how the plastic ledge thing would feel under my fingertips. Imagined the shriek of the alarm and the dismayed people walking past me to the exit with their hands held over their ears. But I'm pretty sure that's a fire-able offense, no pun intended, pulling the fire alarm when there's no, you know, actual fire.
It's the same impulse that makes me want to mush my face up against the windows to a conference room and make faces against the glass when people are meeting in there. Or, run in screaming gibberish and run back out.
Yes, I'm weird. I don't understand it either. It's not like I want to get fired. But watch out people, the minute I win the lottery...
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Wierd? HA!!! Who HASN'T thought about doung those kinds of things.
Mayb next time I make a comment, I'll check the spelling before hitting the publish button. Yeah ... that might be useful.
Okay, I feel a little less weird about it, knowing you guys think about this stuff too. It's especially tempting when, on my way to lunch on the first Monday of every month, I have to pass the room where they hold new employee orientation. I always want to stick my head in and scream, "Run, run, as fast as you can. DON'T look back."
In fact, once as I was passing by the room with a friend, I mentioned this thought to her. Perhaps a little too loudly as a guy behind us--I didn't know he was there, let that be a lesson to me--actually snorted with laughter. So, that was kind of fun : )
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