Alarms, alarms everywhere.....
I've been in my new place for a little less than two weeks and I've already managed to trip not only the fire alarm, but also the house alarm. Seriously. Good thing I'm not a night prowler or a chef! Well, good thing for me anyways....I'm sure the cops would love someone who always managed to trip the alarms.
This is my first time living up close and personal with a house alarm, so it's a new thing for me. Kinda weird and a bit nerve-wracking. Sure I should feel protected and all that, but the piercing sound of the alarm is kind of intimidating....Especially when you know the alarm is there because someone has broken in before (nothing stolen, probably someone they knew). Anyways, my roommate was asleep and even though there are three locks on both doors, I figured she'd be upset if I didn't set the alarm on. Well, I forgot one key step, and that was to turn the motion off. When that one's on, any movement in the house can trigger it. Duh!
So the piercing noise busted across the house at the lovely hour of 1 a.m. I frantically rushed to the alarm not only in hopes of not waking my roommate, but also with the desire to keep the police away. I went and entered my secret code and felt a sense of relief as the sound stopped blaring. Phew....the code worked! Or so I thought. That is, until the alarm company phoned me at the house. THANK GOODNESS my roomie had given me the special verbal action to relay to the alarm company person when they called. I told her that I had just moved in and was new to the alarm thing. She told me that even though I punched in my code, there was one more button to press that I forgot. Oooops. My roommate had forgotten to tell me about that part. Luckily you only get charged for false alarms if the coppers come out.
If only one alarm had been tripped this week it would still have felt pretty eventful. But no, I couldn't be happy with just one alarm tripping in a week, I had to go for more. I decided to make myself some pancakes the other morning. Mmmmmmm...tasty pancakes, a rare treat for a non-morning person such as myself. And what's this? My dear roommate actually owns a pancake maker? How convenient is that?!?! Mixity-mixity-mix the batter and heat up the little pancake maker. Should I have been concerned when I saw on the package that it only cost $3.88? Probably. Splatter the mix onto the pancake griddle and get my watch out for timing. SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! Yikes! That alarm is insanely loud!! SHUT UP ALARM!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! Why won't it listen to me?!?! Wait, it just turned off. Phew. Now it's back on!! Uuuggghhhhh!!!! BE QUIET!! I run around trying to open all sorts of windows, and then rush back to turn over my black, crispy pancake and the alarm continues to shriek. STOP!! I frantically open windows and crawl under my bed to unplug the fan in my room for some ventilation. Curse me for not registering the fact that I had been told the fire alarm was very sensitive!!!! And so it continued for quite some time. And I know some of you are thinking, "Why, Shababbler....you don't cook. What made you decide to start? Were you hoping to meet some cute firemen?" But I CAN cook pancakes! I swear! I've done it before, and with a more elaborate mix than this one (before I've actually had to add an egg =-p). But now I know, and hopefully I'll remember. When I'm told the fire alarm is sensitive, that means I need to use extreme caution when cooking!!!!
This is my first time living up close and personal with a house alarm, so it's a new thing for me. Kinda weird and a bit nerve-wracking. Sure I should feel protected and all that, but the piercing sound of the alarm is kind of intimidating....Especially when you know the alarm is there because someone has broken in before (nothing stolen, probably someone they knew). Anyways, my roommate was asleep and even though there are three locks on both doors, I figured she'd be upset if I didn't set the alarm on. Well, I forgot one key step, and that was to turn the motion off. When that one's on, any movement in the house can trigger it. Duh!
So the piercing noise busted across the house at the lovely hour of 1 a.m. I frantically rushed to the alarm not only in hopes of not waking my roommate, but also with the desire to keep the police away. I went and entered my secret code and felt a sense of relief as the sound stopped blaring. Phew....the code worked! Or so I thought. That is, until the alarm company phoned me at the house. THANK GOODNESS my roomie had given me the special verbal action to relay to the alarm company person when they called. I told her that I had just moved in and was new to the alarm thing. She told me that even though I punched in my code, there was one more button to press that I forgot. Oooops. My roommate had forgotten to tell me about that part. Luckily you only get charged for false alarms if the coppers come out.
If only one alarm had been tripped this week it would still have felt pretty eventful. But no, I couldn't be happy with just one alarm tripping in a week, I had to go for more. I decided to make myself some pancakes the other morning. Mmmmmmm...tasty pancakes, a rare treat for a non-morning person such as myself. And what's this? My dear roommate actually owns a pancake maker? How convenient is that?!?! Mixity-mixity-mix the batter and heat up the little pancake maker. Should I have been concerned when I saw on the package that it only cost $3.88? Probably. Splatter the mix onto the pancake griddle and get my watch out for timing. SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! Yikes! That alarm is insanely loud!! SHUT UP ALARM!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! Why won't it listen to me?!?! Wait, it just turned off. Phew. Now it's back on!! Uuuggghhhhh!!!! BE QUIET!! I run around trying to open all sorts of windows, and then rush back to turn over my black, crispy pancake and the alarm continues to shriek. STOP!! I frantically open windows and crawl under my bed to unplug the fan in my room for some ventilation. Curse me for not registering the fact that I had been told the fire alarm was very sensitive!!!! And so it continued for quite some time. And I know some of you are thinking, "Why, Shababbler....you don't cook. What made you decide to start? Were you hoping to meet some cute firemen?" But I CAN cook pancakes! I swear! I've done it before, and with a more elaborate mix than this one (before I've actually had to add an egg =-p). But now I know, and hopefully I'll remember. When I'm told the fire alarm is sensitive, that means I need to use extreme caution when cooking!!!!
posted by The Shababbler at 11:25 PM
1 Comments:
The house my parents had in Stockon was alarmed. I set it off, but only once. Thankfully I believe it was at around 4pm.. and I was the only one home but it was so loud the whole block heard it!! How embarassing.. As for the cute firemen, I have worked with many firemen and they do seem to have a higher percentage of attractive men.
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