When I got to work this morning there was a bunch of
folk in the kitchen dealing with some sort of medical situation with one of the
staff. They attempted to usher me through quickly and told me to remain calm.
When told not to panic, why is my first thought to
pick up a bin, throw it through a window and start looting?
Sometime after, one of my staff came in a little
late and complained about feeling dizzy. Already worked up from the original
encounter I immediately looked for a bin to start the whole looting process
again. As long as any future crisis has a ready supply of bins, plate glass
windows and things worth stealing, I am set.
I kind of think of
myself as Die Hard - assuming Die Hard didn’t save anyone, broke some shit and
just heroically walked out, pockets bulging with stationary and a monitor under
one arm.
When told not to panic, why is my first thought to
pick up a bin, throw it through a window and start looting?
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