In the morning the fire alarm went off. Stupid fire alarm. Then a voice came on telling us to stay put and that they were going to investigate the cause. This in particular is an improvement because that way the building doesn't get cleared when some dick upstairs is making toasties again.However, two minutes later the voice came back on telling us to get the fuck out because there was an emergency. I'm not sure how I feel about this business because I could've been killed by the emergency in those two minutes. You know? What if God-bloody-zilla is tearing the place apart or something?
Btw, in the picture are my colleagues (left to right) Melvin, Buddy, Steve, Dale, Mark and Hoang. Including myself there were seven people with a total of five first generation nationalities. I think that's very cool.
Anyway, we leisurely strolled downstairs and walked to the assembly point. Well, that's what we thought. Actually we walked completely the wrong way where no one would come warn us for anything. Including to let us know if it was just a drill...
After 15 minutes in the sun we thought it was enough. We didn't see any smoke and also the fire services didn't show up so we walked back. At least we learned where the assembly point is because it was mentioned on a big fat sticker right next to the door we all walked out through. We saw it when we came back.. Giggity giggity goo.
After work I walked to P.J. O'Brien's. Before crossing the street I had a clear view in to Rundle Street.
At P.J's they were showing the Olympics on the big screen.
And there were flags on the bar. I sat down under the Dutch one. Next to the Dutch flag was the Croatian and next to that the Irish. Good stuff.
Nicole during our session of fine dining.And last but not least! I've been wanting to put this up for a while but I kept forgetting. It's a fantastic video of Bert and Ernie doing some dope gangsta rappin':
