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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The Panic Button
Still working in the construction zone, my office is being painted and work stations rearranged. Last Friday my co-worker dismantled my desk to move my workstation to its new location.
“What’s this button for?” He asked pointing at the button mounted underneath my desk.
“It’s the security system panic button,” I explained. “Why?”
“I pushed it.”
“You pushed the panic button! The cops will be here in a few minutes.”
“I didn’t know what it was.”
“It’s the PANIC BUTTON!” I began to panic.
“I didn’t know we had a panic button,” he explained, “What if there was a robbery and I didn’t know we had a panic button?”
“You knew, you just forgot.”
“I didn’t hear any alarm when I pushed the button.”
“It’s the panic button! It’s a silent alarm.” I explained.
It was at this moment that the city police department called to inform us that they had received the panic robbery in progress alarm signal and there were cops surrounding the building at that very moment.
“The cops are downstairs.” I informed my co-workers.
One of my co-workers went downstairs to explain to the police that we accidentally pushed the panic button while dismantling a desk.
The cops came upstairs to inspect the premises for burglars and to verify that we were telling the truth about the panic button. Of course my boss was out of the office during the panic button pushing incident and was not there to verify to the cops that we were indeed his employees and rearranging workstations.
With dismantled desks on the stairwell and computers systems unhooked and sitting around the office, we looked like we were robbing the place. We showed the cops the panic button still mounted on the bottom of my dismantled desk hoping they would believe our story.
Finally, we convinced the cops of our innocence and they left.
My co-workers and I burst into laughter!
“At least they didn’t come in here with their guns drawn like they do when the building alarm goes off.” I said.
We laughed until our stomachs hurt.
“What’s going on?” My boss asked taking in our obscene laughter.
“We’ve had some excitement,” I explained. “We accidentally pushed the panic button and the cops came!”
“Did they have their guns drawn?” My boss asked.
We laughed some more…
Still working in the construction zone, my office is being painted and work stations rearranged. Last Friday my co-worker dismantled my desk to move my workstation to its new location.
“What’s this button for?” He asked pointing at the button mounted underneath my desk.
“It’s the security system panic button,” I explained. “Why?”
“I pushed it.”
“You pushed the panic button! The cops will be here in a few minutes.”
“I didn’t know what it was.”
“It’s the PANIC BUTTON!” I began to panic.
“I didn’t know we had a panic button,” he explained, “What if there was a robbery and I didn’t know we had a panic button?”
“You knew, you just forgot.”
“I didn’t hear any alarm when I pushed the button.”
“It’s the panic button! It’s a silent alarm.” I explained.
It was at this moment that the city police department called to inform us that they had received the panic robbery in progress alarm signal and there were cops surrounding the building at that very moment.
“The cops are downstairs.” I informed my co-workers.
One of my co-workers went downstairs to explain to the police that we accidentally pushed the panic button while dismantling a desk.
The cops came upstairs to inspect the premises for burglars and to verify that we were telling the truth about the panic button. Of course my boss was out of the office during the panic button pushing incident and was not there to verify to the cops that we were indeed his employees and rearranging workstations.
With dismantled desks on the stairwell and computers systems unhooked and sitting around the office, we looked like we were robbing the place. We showed the cops the panic button still mounted on the bottom of my dismantled desk hoping they would believe our story.
Finally, we convinced the cops of our innocence and they left.
My co-workers and I burst into laughter!
“At least they didn’t come in here with their guns drawn like they do when the building alarm goes off.” I said.
We laughed until our stomachs hurt.
“What’s going on?” My boss asked taking in our obscene laughter.
“We’ve had some excitement,” I explained. “We accidentally pushed the panic button and the cops came!”
“Did they have their guns drawn?” My boss asked.
We laughed some more…
Labels: Alarm System, co-worker, construction zone, Panic Button, Security Systems, Silent Alarm, work, workstations
Thats awesome! It's nice to know all a burglar would have to do is play the innocent employee long enough until the cops decide they don't want to deal with it any longer, then they would have anything they want. Where do you work again... lol, jk. That was a good laugh, thanks for the story. :)
Holy smokes batgirl! I remember cleaning a bank late at night and I tripped an alarm. Cops came and I felt like a schleprock...
That is too funny. I guess it's nice to know that the cops show up, and I guess if there was someone in your midst that wasn't supposed to be there you guys would rat him out, yet if he had a gun ...
I some times really wonder about the cops we have here.
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