Fire Burning on the D Floor

First of all, this is the new song of Regs, because 'Shawty fire burning on the D[ance] floor.'

Alright, the fire story.

Effectively, some eejit thought it would be a brilliant idea to not only smoke in the bathroom on D floor (which is 4 floors above me), but they thought it was also a brilliant idea to put their apparently still smoldering cigarette into the ventilator. And apparently it didn't occur to the perp that ventilator would probably catch on fire as a result. Nice.

So, the fire alarm goes off and we all think it's either a drill or someone burned toast. So we go outside in just light jackets thinking we'll be back in in 20 minutes. When the fire brigade came and had been at our building for 30 minutes, we got concerned. At this point it was just raining with really high wind, and we were all freezing and soaking, so we moved over to the St. Regs Annex building to dry off. Nearly 2 hours after the beginning of the ordeal, two fire brigades, and one melted ventilator later, we re-entered Regs. In short, I survived the great Regs fire of 2010.

In other news, I bought this BEAUTIFUL dress at Monsoon. I couldn't help it. It was staring at me. And since I've lost weight since coming here ... well I decided to treat myself to it. And I can wear it to work because it has long sleeves. Hooray!