The earthquake started, and like most everyone else, I thought it was something else. Specifically, I asked my coworker Kelly if she also felt a herd of buffalo running under her desk. She said yes, and we agreed that it was an earthquake. Then we wondered what we should do. "Google 'What to do in an earthquake'?" I suggested.
"I think we're supposed to stand in a doorway," she replied. So we stood in the doorway.
"In case we die, I love you," I joked with her.
"I love you too," she replied.
(We have known each other for about three weeks because she just started with the company, but it was coworker love at first sight.)
Then we stood there for a while while the rumbling continued.
With nothing else to do while standing in the doorway, we resorted to Your Momma jokes. "I didn't realize they let your momma jump on the roof!"
Our hilarious joke fest was interrupted by my boss, emerging from the men's room and exclaiming "THIS is what happens when you make me mad!" and laughing maniacally down the hallway.
Your tax dollars at work, folks.
So everyone was accounted for and I took a nap. I've been checking Facebook where a lot of people shared their experiences. That worked. It's a brave new world out there. I'm glad no one seemed to be badly hurt in the earthquake and damage was minimal. I'm also glad I don't live in California. I don't think I could take it.