I made a bomb threat to my own school! It was a drill to make sure the people who answer the phones follow procedure, but it was still really weird.

I remember when my elementary school got a bomb threat. Luckily for me and my immediate classmates, it happened while we were out for a field trip, so after returning, when we had to join the rest of the school outside while the building was checked out, we were the only ones with coats on.

At least it was a drill!

One of the UPSs exploded=smoke=halon. Once that is replaced, they'll try powering back up and see what sort of state things are in. Probably won't begin to have a clue until tomorrow. They were able to swap the mail servers to backup in one of the unaffected rooms, so we have mail again.

My boss called to check on me while I was out. Man, I must've looked bad. But I have to say, I had my ducks in a row. Grabbed my division boss's cell and called all the telecommuters to let them know (pulling the numbers off my laptop) and to have them call Goddard to tell them to hold data and expect to for a while. So I may have been adrenaline fired and sick to my stomach, but I covered what we could.

Back from returning stuff at BestBuy. Wanted to get a printer cartridge, but apparently lost the little card I have the info written on. And one of the saleguys complimented me on my manicurist. Me!

OK, I should go pool. I need to burn this off.

At least it was a drill!

Srlsy! At my previous school, we had 3 not-a-drill bomb threats within 2 weeks. Joy. They were all false threats, but still treated as if they were real.

I've managed to dig out the car, and blaze a path from the door to the car, and bring the trash cans. Whew.

I've also done my planning and list making for the Girly Craftsmas party I'm throwing this year. It's a secret santa exchange with my girlfriend's, but we make the gifts.

And the hostess makes little crafty gifts to give away to everyone, and makes a couple of nice dishes, and this year, I'm the hostess.

So, I'm making tile coasters, brownie mix in a mason jar, and lemon sugar scrub for my Secret Santa, and making up smaller jars of brown sugar and cinnamon scrub for everyone.

I'm not sure what I'm going to make, though. A fancy dessert and something savory, I think. But not too much work. I will have enough to do.

Sara, that is scary. We used to have Halon suppressant systems here, but they removed them since they could kill us (and people did work in the vaults with Halon.) Now we have Inergen, which is supposed to be better.???

Msbelle, should I get this lamp for your garage: [link]

Thanks tommy and erin. I wanted to have my basic facts right since I live in such a conservative area.

I remember going through training regarding how to handle a bomb threat when I worked as a receptionist. As much as a drill would have helped, so glad I never got a call where I had to use that training.

Not an Onion article: Drunk French Air Traveler Reinforces Terrible Stereotype About French Citizens

federal air marshals had to subdue an intoxicated man flying to New York from Nice when he repeatedly shoved a female flight attendant who caught him smoking in the plane’s bathroom.

After being handcuffed, suspect Franck Lebrun announced, “I’m French, fuck you!”

Yeah, we'll be getting a new system, since I doubt they can recharge this one again!

No one has a real office in the computer rooms, but yeah, we work in there all the time. Surprisingly, I don't think anyone was physically in there at the time.

OK, pool.

“I’m French, fuck you!”

NATLBSB!

Oh, wow, sara. That is super scary, and yes, probably very bad. Definitely swim it off. Nothing else you can do for a bit anyway.