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So here's my night...
So we were in the middle of watching the newest Resident Evil, and during a scene with an alarm, our insanely loud fire alarms started going off. We opened the door to the apartment building and the hall outside was filled with smoke. I live on the bottom floor and we have a sliding glass door to the outside from our living room, so I felt relatively safe grabbing the animals. Chaos was fine if a bit confused when I went barging into the bedroom to grab him. Of course, he's deaf so he didn't have any idea anything was going on. We found the carrier for the cat and then we couldn't find the cat. Of course, the insane alarm was freaking him out, and he was hiding. Scottie found him and wrangled him into the carrier. He got quite a scratch for his trouble but the kitty was understandably terrified and he doesn't like going into the carrier that much on a good day.
Scottie had the animals ready to go outside and in a panic I grabbed my purse and backpack and shoved in my laptop, Scottie's netbook, my sketchbook, and Thor. PRIORITIES, I HAZ THEM. (Once outside I told Scottie what I grabbed, and that I hadn't been sure what to grab, to which he said "nothing" because he's not insane.)
We don't have renters insurance because first off we're pretty poor, but mostly because the building was supposed to figure out some sort bundled renters insurance. This kept being put off and put off and put off and I think it's been dropped entirely as an idea. Before that we were going to get some ourselves. THIS IS A SIGN WE NEED IT. So I was freaked out to no end that we were going to lose everything BECAUSE SOME IDIOT WAS GOING TO BURN DOWN OUR BUILDING.
Once outside, we put the pets in the truck and waited for the fire dept. Once my initial panic subsided and I was outside, I was basically consumed with rage. I was so, so incoherently angry at whoever had done this and wanted so badly to, erm, make menace. I'm not sure if Scottie was expecting homicidal rage, but that's what I had. xP
I mean, not just my entire life in stuff was in there, but what if we weren't able to find the cat? What if we didn't live on the ground floor so I could with some measure of safety find him and the ferret? I'm the insane person that would have gone and looked for the cat anyway regardless, but that's not necesarily the smart plan. e_e But I was in a house where the pets didn't make it before and NO JUST NOOOOOO NO NO. And still, worse stuff could have happened (which I'd rather not contemplate).
But the fire trucks got here pretty quickly. They found the fire and put it out. It was in the basement. Homeless people come into our building and apparently make fires in our basement (WHICH I DIDN'T REALIZE WAS A THING UNTIL NOW WTF???) because I live with idiots who don't think it's important to lock the outside doors and in fact often prop the building doors open with cinderblocks. It's one thing when they go down there and leave piles of cigarette butts and garbage, it's another thing when they make a fire and almost burn down the building! Just aaaaaaaarg
My god and goddess were smiling on us tonight though and everything turned out alright.
So we were in the middle of watching the newest Resident Evil, and during a scene with an alarm, our insanely loud fire alarms started going off. We opened the door to the apartment building and the hall outside was filled with smoke. I live on the bottom floor and we have a sliding glass door to the outside from our living room, so I felt relatively safe grabbing the animals. Chaos was fine if a bit confused when I went barging into the bedroom to grab him. Of course, he's deaf so he didn't have any idea anything was going on. We found the carrier for the cat and then we couldn't find the cat. Of course, the insane alarm was freaking him out, and he was hiding. Scottie found him and wrangled him into the carrier. He got quite a scratch for his trouble but the kitty was understandably terrified and he doesn't like going into the carrier that much on a good day.
Scottie had the animals ready to go outside and in a panic I grabbed my purse and backpack and shoved in my laptop, Scottie's netbook, my sketchbook, and Thor. PRIORITIES, I HAZ THEM. (Once outside I told Scottie what I grabbed, and that I hadn't been sure what to grab, to which he said "nothing" because he's not insane.)
We don't have renters insurance because first off we're pretty poor, but mostly because the building was supposed to figure out some sort bundled renters insurance. This kept being put off and put off and put off and I think it's been dropped entirely as an idea. Before that we were going to get some ourselves. THIS IS A SIGN WE NEED IT. So I was freaked out to no end that we were going to lose everything BECAUSE SOME IDIOT WAS GOING TO BURN DOWN OUR BUILDING.
Once outside, we put the pets in the truck and waited for the fire dept. Once my initial panic subsided and I was outside, I was basically consumed with rage. I was so, so incoherently angry at whoever had done this and wanted so badly to, erm, make menace. I'm not sure if Scottie was expecting homicidal rage, but that's what I had. xP
I mean, not just my entire life in stuff was in there, but what if we weren't able to find the cat? What if we didn't live on the ground floor so I could with some measure of safety find him and the ferret? I'm the insane person that would have gone and looked for the cat anyway regardless, but that's not necesarily the smart plan. e_e But I was in a house where the pets didn't make it before and NO JUST NOOOOOO NO NO. And still, worse stuff could have happened (which I'd rather not contemplate).
But the fire trucks got here pretty quickly. They found the fire and put it out. It was in the basement. Homeless people come into our building and apparently make fires in our basement (WHICH I DIDN'T REALIZE WAS A THING UNTIL NOW WTF???) because I live with idiots who don't think it's important to lock the outside doors and in fact often prop the building doors open with cinderblocks. It's one thing when they go down there and leave piles of cigarette butts and garbage, it's another thing when they make a fire and almost burn down the building! Just aaaaaaaarg
My god and goddess were smiling on us tonight though and everything turned out alright.
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Date: 2013-08-30 09:12 am (UTC)From:I'd be freaked out too by that! It's good that it was just a false alarm for you!
I was just glad I wasn't in bed sleeping when the alarm went off. I remember having the fire alarm go off once when I was sleeping at college, I leapt out of my top bunk straight onto the floor! (I landed fine, but it was jarring lol) We sleep in a loft bed so I'd hope I wouldn't do that again. o_O
There are so many things that I was thinking of too when I was leaving the apartment! All my sculpts, paintings, our wedding things, letters, photos, ack so many things... D: