As one of the company's "Deputy Fire Marshals," it's my job to go around kicking everybody out. During a drill, this is like pulling teeth; everyone wants to stay on the phone or keep typing away. But as soon as I say the magic words "Real fire, let's go!" people turn very pale and jump like jackalopes.
It's also my job to stay with anybody who can't get out for whatever reason (such as being wheelchair bound) and make sure the emergency guys get to us. Fortunately, a) nobody had this problem today, and b) the fire was very small and completely out by the time the suite was evacuated anyway. But we do have at least one person who physically cannot take the stairs, so if they had been in today, I would have had to attend to them.
Civic duty: I does mine.