The story of my Saturday [which has nothing to do with a Piano Bar. Ask Taryn]…
Well actually, this is going to be an in depth investigation of about 10 minutes of my day on Saturday.
I work every Saturday in my quaint little shop from 10am to 3pm and I do a lot of wishing I was outside. This particular Saturday I kept myself busy by making labels and putting stamps on envelopes (saucy).
As the day was coming to a close a horrible, horrible thing happened. We had a recent power surge, so our alarm system was a little bit off. Forgetting this helpful tid bit I went to set the alarm and it said “WARNINGGGGGGGGGGGG: BYPASS ALLOWED!!!!”
WTF DOES THAT MEAN.
SO I panicked, because that’s what I do. I go from calm to panicked in an unreasonably short amount of time. I’m pretty much the only person at my job who knows anything about the alarm system [if I died, they would have to get the alarm system REPLACED]. Being the only person, I felt personally responsible for weird messages on our alarm and I would feel definitely responsible if we got broken into and thousands of dollars of stuff I couldn’t replace went missing.
So, like I said, I freaked out. Once you’ve set the alarm at my job you have 30 seconds to leave and lock the door. I tried frantically to stop the 30 second countdown so I could figure out what this ominous warning meant. On top of all that stress I had to pee like there was no tomorrow. In a reckless moment, I decided to let the alarm just set, fix it in a second, and finally go pee [TMI? Go read a different blog]. As I’m peeing and I hear the alarm finish setting, I come to my senses.
WE HAVE MOTION DETECTORS IN MY JOB.
Yup. I set the alarm with motion detectors while still in the building. I sat in the bathroom considering my options.
#1. I could 007 try to unplug the wires to the alarm system [like I have any idea how to do that].
#2. I could call my coworker who lives a half hour away to come open the door [EXCEPT THERE ISN’T A PHONE IN THE BATHROOM].
#3. I could just stay there until Monday morning, sleep in a bathroom, not go home. Etc.
#4. I could just run to the alarm panel, set off the alarm, and suck it.
I chose number 1.
JUST KIDDING.
Anyways, I chose number 4 and ran to the front of the building as the ear splitting alarm was reverberating in my brain. After what seemed like 8 days I got to the alarm panel and turned off the terrible noise. As I’m turning off the alarm I recall that the alarm does have a purpose and the alarm company is in fact going to be notified. I frantically text my boss telling him I set off the alarm just in case the alarm company calls [did I mention he is at a weekend wedding?? Playing golf? I’m sure he LOVED that text message].
As I’m silently pleading to teleport out of this frantic situation, a cop car comes WHIZZING into the parking lot.
OH YEAH, THE COPS COME WHEN THE ALARM GOES OFF.
Did I mention I have a cop phobia? Like elevated blood pressure upon sight?
“OH hayyy there. Um hi. Police Officer. So, um, are you coming because the um alarm went off?”
“Oh yea actually!”
“Oh um cool. Well I actually set that off.”
“Oh! So you work there I assume”
“Yup.”
“And your name?”
“Avalon.” That’s right, only first names for police officers apparently.
“Alright well thanks! Have a nice day!”
The cop looked like this. I barely noticed. Barely.
And that is the story of how I had a 10 minute heart attack.
Oh yea, and we have to pay 500 dollars because the cops came. Awesome.
-A
[sidenote: the store next to ours is a television repair shop. The owner ordered a part off of Ebay and it was packaged with stuffed animals. Yup. Stuffed animals.]