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I had been at my job as an Occupational Therapist working with adolescents on a day treatment psychiatric unit for about 3 weeks. I was doing my first cooking group with them and we were making soft pretzels. I had about 3 cookie sheets and 8 kids. I baked 3 sets of pretzels, took them off the cookie sheets, put new pretzels on and baked those, etc. There were a couple small pieces of dough on the edge of one of the pans that had been baked over and over, but it shouldn't have been a big deal. I opened the oven and heard these sirens going off, strobes flashing, etc. I finished taking them out of the oven and hear them page overhead "Code Red, 3 ACC" and it dawns on me.. that's our floor! As the staff are getting the kids together to evacuate, about 10 maintenance men show up in my OT room with fire extinguishers! Within 5 minutes, the fire department is there too. I offered them pretzels... There was no fire, just a very hot oven and a tiny bit of burned dough! The smoke alarm had been installed right above the oven! I was soooo embarassed. When we went down to lunch, my supervisor was sitting at a table with some other staff from our inpatient unit. I went up to her, nervous, and said "I did my first cooking group today". She said "How did it go?". I said "Well, you heard that code red???" She died laughing! It was an ongoing joke for the rest of my six years there!
They ended up moving the smoke alarm to the other side of the room so it wasn't quite so sensitive to baking!
Dee
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