fire drill = unmitigated disaster.

we all go down the stairs like good little corporate munchkins, only to find when we get to the bottom that the emergency door has a glass bolt on it which must be smashed before we can get out of the building. Much discussion ensues, as in any group in which there is no defined leader, and nothing happens. Some of us decide to can the whole exercise and head back up the stairs, but find that the stairwell door has locked from the inside. There are now 45 people trapped in the stairwell. Much more discussion ensues, phone calls are made to Sydney that get directed to voicemail. Finally we crack it and smash the glass. Twenty eight minutes after the fire alarm has sounded, we make it to the street. I have a fag and go back up to the office.

What fun.