All I wanted to do was go home, blast some Adele on the new laptop, and get in the bathtub for a long, reflective soak, but the clock wasn't in my favor.
Until about 3:30, when my coworkers and I started smelling a weird, smoky smell in the office.
And the fire marshal came over the PA system, announcing the presence of a 'condition' in the building attached to us.
And we were evacuated.
And that's how my work day abruptly ended like this:
Firetrucks surround the building on all sides
I'd be lying if I said I didn't welcome the abrupt end to the work day. I had my first non-10 hour work day in quite some time, and was able to soothe the soul with a bit of Adele and Ray Lamontagne. However, the Mr. and I just can't shake the haunting stories pouring in from Haiti. When you're so far away (and quite strapped for cash), how can you help?
Are you planning on supporting the relief effort in Haiti? If so, how?