Fire, My A$$

So, what's the point of having a fire drill when a) you hear no alarms/sirens and see no flashing lights and b) by the time you walk down 15 flights of stairs, the people in charge brush it off as if it were an "Oops, just a huge misunderstanding...go back to work."  I mean, WTF?????!  However, the coolest thing is that just mere moments before I made the trek downstairs I put on my tennies just because my shoes were bothering me and I wanted to be comfortable. 

The scariest part about all this (other than having the foresight to put on the tennies) is that if it were a real fire (heaven forbid) who knows how long it would've been blazing by the time anyone of us got wind of it.  Well, I suppose the heat and flames would be an obvious sign. And, our office manager couldn't provide any explanation as to why it happened this way (no alarms, no notice, no real drill).  I only found out when I was returning from the copier and one of the attorneys rushed past me and told me to hightail it outta there.  Nice.  Fire drill via second-hand info.  The new trend in lameness.