Last night, or I should say very early this morning, I woke up to some chick screaming and cussing outside my window. Then the fire alarm in the apartment complex across from mine went off.
PC woke up and questioned the sound.
“OH probably some bitter university girl because I heard her scream profanity especially before it went off. She probably pulled it because she’s a brat.” -me
Yes. My complex is filled with entitled Millennials. They’ve done stupid shit before. This nice expensive area has recently gone down hill thanks to these entitled children. Their parents pay for them to have a 4 bedroom apartment to themselves. Must be nice! I’ve never had the option. Ever.
Aren’t able to follow the rules either.
Then the police show up. My curiosity gets me and I want to see the brat getting arrested. I stick my head through the blinds and see him yelling at everyone to get out of the building.
Wait. What? Why?
I look over and there is smoke billowing out of the building.
OH. This is real. That’s a legit fire. Not even 25 yards away. With trees in between our buildings it could leap and we would be next.
And yet with all that smoke, some people refused to evacuate. And others kept harassing the emergency workers.
Insert mind blown wtf faces here. I wanted to go down and backhand them. As a Healthcare provider who has dealt with traumatic situations, I have never EVER understood why people refuse to help when it is needed but love to make emergencies and traumas more difficult.
Please let the emergency crews do their jobs!!!
Get out of the way and stay back. They will come to you! And if they do–do as they ask!
Here of late I have felt that I have lost everything these last few months. And I mean everything. Like all I have is PC. No money. No real job. Nothing.
But in that moment. That moment where you see smoke billowing out and 10 firefighters running in–I realized how much I could lose:
- All my pictures
- All my picture books
- My nice jewelry that I have worked hard on my own to buy
- My nice purses, same thing, which I can replace, but still something to lose
- My clothes
- My brand new items from my bridal shower
- My kitchenaid mixer
- All my documents
- All my books
- All my therapy work
- Everything for my wedding