3:45 p.m.: Receive a call from Tenant J asking why Wilshire is closed off in front of our building. Am very confused, tell her I will find out.

3:47 p.m.: Call security desk. No answer. Phone rings again. Tenant A wants to know why there are police everywhere. Tell her I will go down to security and find out.

3:48 p.m.: Call security again. Still no answer. Sigh. Tell G I am going down to find out what's wrong.

3:51 p.m.: No one is at the security desk. Walk to parking lot, attendant is also very confused and has no clue what's happening. Try to walk towards Wilshire to find the security guard but police call me "ma'am" and wave me away.

3:55 p.m.: Find security guard at front entrance of building. Apparently a suspicious black suitcase has been found on our property and the police are treating it as a bomb threat BECAUSE NOTHING ELSE CAN GO WRONG ON TODAY OF ALL DAYS. But at least we don't need to evacuate....yet.

3:58 p.m.: Go back upstairs. Tell G what's going on. Laugh hysterically because duh, we've lost our marbles. Call our manager and continue laughing hysterically as we relay the situation to him.

4:07 p.m.: G goes downstairs to talk to security. I call S (who is out sick today) and tell her about all the fun she is missing. We joke that it is probably a tenant who hates us and wants the building to collapse. Although it's not that funny because the tenants do hate us and probably want the building to collapse (just not with their stuff inside of course).

4:21 p.m.: G comes back, goes through possible evacuation plan with me just as the security guard comes onto the loudspeaker and announces that we are evacuating after all.

4:23 p.m.: G and I run frantically through the medical building knocking on doors, trying not to freak the tenants out too much with news of the bomb scare and evacuation. Most of the employees are just happy to be going home early. Their bosses? Probably less happy.

4:55 p.m. Evacuation is complete. We walk out onto the street to find our security guard and discover traffic is now flowing as freely as ever and the scare is over.

4:57 p.m. Sigh. Back to work. Building totally empty. Favorite flip-flops are destroyed from frantic running.

All I can say is: THANK GOD WEDNESDAY IS MY LAST DAY. I must admit it was kind of fun running through the building and going, "Hi, I'm from the building office and we need you to evacuate immediately," but SERIOUSLY? Did it really have to happen today? Can't things happen one at a time? Apparently not when you work for ******* Properties.