The boy who cried wolf a.k.a. Auckland U.

Fire Wardens a.k.a. Christene and Rixanne
(Tamaki Front Desk Staff)

This Tuesday while supervising students in our satellite clinic (Tamaki), the alarms went off, so we all shuffled outside and stood in the wind and rain, waiting for all the Fire Wardens report their staff out alive and well. Fortunately, I wasn't worried it was an real alarm, as we'd had one the previous day in the city campus where it's a whole other experience, trudging down five flights of stairs with elderly patients in tow. It could be a welcome interruption in the two hour eye examination process, if the patient didn't have to worry about their parking meters running over and prospect of tickets.

Since we have a drill every two weeks, (YES, EVERY TWO WEEKS), I can't help but wonder how many fires there could really be. I tried looking up the fire stats for Auckland or New Zealand, but didn't find anything satisfactory online. I must assume with our rigorous fire drill schedule that the risk of dying in a fire here is either frighteningly high or fantastically low.

Yours in safety,

Sara