I left my phone at work and decided to head in to get it today. Upon swiping in, I heard a beeping noise. It was then when I noticed the building alarm on the wall. I quickly read through the instructions and before I could devise a plan, the alarm went off.
I hobbled out to the car and screamed for my brother's phone. Then I hobbled back in, dialed the number of the security company written on the instructions and with my right hand holding the phone against my ear, one crutch held up by my right arm (no hands people) and the other to help me hobble back out where it was less noisy, I waited until someone picked up the phone.
To my horror, it was answered by a child. So I told her: "Can you get your daddy to the phone?" and waited. I went back in to the building and continued waiting until I realised that the girl had hung up on me. I got a call back but when the guy asked me which security company I was from (obviously the alarm had cleverly masked my question) I realised I had dialed the wrong number in my haste.
Finally, when I got through to the security company, I was told that I needed to put in a four digit code. Yeah, if I had known I would not be calling now, would I? He did not know what the code was either. And he said that patrol was going to come over. And I would have to give them my details. And there would be an $80 charge.
It was then when I admitted defeat, went out of the building and waited for the patrol car. For 30 minutes and the patrol never came. So I left and went shopping.
Why do I keep setting the precedence at work?
I seriously had no idea that there was an alarm for the building. Common sense is not so common after all.
Here's to being a queen of dramas.
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