Towering Inferno

To my infinite disappointment, a fire which broke out today in the wasteland adjoining our office failed to result in the mass evacuation of our building. This was not as unlikely a prospect as it might sound, as our office has a venerable history of disasters involving fire and flood.

I still have fond memories of the morning we showed up to find the ground floor partially submerged due to a burst pipe upstairs, with the central staircase transformed into a dramatic cascading water feature. Nobody could enter since exposed wiring had turned the foyer into an electrified death-pool, and we were sent home.

No such flipping luck today though. All the fire achieved was to add to the pall of smoke which usually surrounds our building thanks to the 40-a-day habits of the workforce. However, there is light at the end of the smoky tunnel. My contribution to the collective pitch effort is almost at an end (I hope), and I dream of collapsing into a period of utter slothfulness.