The fire alarm in my building went off for the first time since I moved in almost two years ago at 1am this morning.
Since nobody ever fucks around with it, I figured it was real, so I scooped up the cat, put him in the carrier, and ran, heart pounding, outside.
Where I was the only person there. Some dipshit had accidentally triggered the alarm.
So there I was, barefoot and slowly freezing from my feet up, with a yowling cat in a box, trying to figure out what the hell happened.
Eventually, someone came over and turned off the alarm, but I was so awake at that point that I couldn’t get back to sleep until 2am.
The best part of this? I had a 6am call today, which meant my alarm went off at fucking 4:45. I’ve been at work for 15 minutes and I’m already on my second Red Bull.
If I ever find out who did this, I will make their internal organs external.