>Today we had a fire drill in the office. Apparently, the building I work in doesn’t have an actual fire alarm in it. Whenever there is an emergency someone has to go around blowing a whistle signaling an evacuation. Had I not been warned ahead of time, I never would have known what that lame whistle meant.
It was a good time to people watch. As I stood out in the parking lot near the Shell Station in the frosty midmorning, I saw a guy with a mini Snidley Whiplash moustache. He must have been all of 23 years old. I can only imagine what company Snidley works for. He was pretty casually dressed. He would have been hot had it not been for that silly moustache.
It was easy to pick out the sales guys. They had a suit on (minus the jacket) and shades. The bankers were similarly dressed, except they had jackets and no shades. I didn’t realize there were so many people in my building. I’m going to have to walk around the place more often, just so I can see these characters.