I didn't recognize it as the fire alarm at first, because building maintenance had installed a new one recently. Instead of the deafening high-pitched beep I associate with smoke detectors, it was a shrill electronic wail, like a circuit-bent klaxon. I thought it was one of our phones issuing some sort of emergency alert, because they do that sometimes. But then over the electroklaxon, a synthesized voice started shrieking "Fire! Fire! Fire!", another behavior I was previously unaware fire alarms had adopted. I pushed the button on the alarm to turn it off and we sniffed around the apartment. We detected absolutely no unusual odor except a faint hint of weed in my studio, which had drifted in from outside or next door and isn't uncommon in the slightest.
We had been planning to get up at 6. I usually get up at 7 or 07h30, but Izzy needed to be up at 6 to be ready to go to an early appointment, and I wanted to get up with her in a show of solidarity.
She did the smart thing, which was to just stay up. I went back to bed, craving that extra hour of sleep. I went to bed early but not early enough. I should've known better. After interrupted sleep, one extra hour is going to be worse than nothing. Sure enough, I shut off my alarm and fell back asleep until Izzy woke me up at around 06h30. I was at least able to see her off.
I wrote at work today but forgot to bring my flash drive home. I was thrown off all day by the alarm. I sure as fuck hope that doesn't happen again. To make matters worse, Cockatoo was supposed to be back today but she was "sick", so I had to do her job, and her job from Friday, because I also took that day off. Both of those should've been her responsibility today. Who calls in sick the day after their vacation?! But I don't know what her vacation entailed, so I guess I should be grateful she didn't come back to the office after a covid cruise, which is how I got covid last time.
Anyway, today sucked and that's what my blog post is today. Sorry