“Alert! The 11th floor is full of gas. You’d better leave the building”
My workstation is right below the reportedly gas-filled floor. Make a wild guess how many minutes I actually spent thinking if this was a joke and if I should suspend all my work and rush for dear life. My stubbornness and stupidity managed to keep me standing in my corner for almost 5 minutes before I decided to grab my bag, convinced my team members to leave, and head towards the fire exit. Still there was no official alarm on the building’s speaker system. Where the heck are the guards? A few colleagues joined me and Giang on the way down – One of them is pregnant – She really didn’t need moments like this. The staircase from the 5th floor to the ground floor seemed endless. I finally got out of the building’s car park and saw lots of other colleagues walking out from the lobby. They had taken the elevators. Ahh, I’d rather run, climb or jump than get stuck in the elevator if something had happened.
I met my line manager at the bike park, and he admitted that we really should have left our cubicle right after we heard the news. Thanh, next time, make sure your stubbornness and stupidity sleep well in emergency cases like this. Thank God nothing happened to any of us, otherwise, we may not live to wish that we had taken things more seriously.