Ever since 9/11 my workplace has developed the mind-numbing concept of "Shelter in Place." If there should ever be perceived threat to our safety as employees, we have been trained to quickly retire to our "Shelter" within our building, which happens to be a large conference room on the first floor, and stay put until we receive further instructions. I swear to you now, if Armegeaddon is ever upon us, I will run like hell. I prefer to die in the streets than spend my last moments on earth stuffed into a conference room with 300 people that I can barely tolerate on a good day. There is NO WAY I am spending my last moments in a room with old men that have expressed a desire to lick my feet.
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