Come on Baby, light my fire

You would think that a fire drill, while probably neccessary, is something really silly, especially when it's been more or less signposted and no-one in the office building believed it to be a real alarm.
However, there is something more silly, which is being the designated Fire Marshall for our office, complete with bright greenish-yellow-with-reflective-stripes hazard vest.
But even more silly is that, with one of the three other people in the office being away on holiday, the Boss Lady heading off just before the alarm, and m'colleague idahoswede leaving after we were safely out of the not-burning building, I was standing there on my own being the Lone Marshall, while the Client Liaison fellow was walking around giving "well done"'s out to us all.

It could have been worse. It could have been raining.