News from over here. Earthquake! A 5.8, which didn't feel as bad as I would've thought.
I was just sitting at my desk and then everything went wobbly. There was a collective "Uhhhh...guys?" from all of my coworkers, and then we stood up and looked at one another. No one knew what to do. I know this because we each asked, "What do we do?"
I started to crawl under my desk, but then decided I didn't feel like being under there. So I stood back up and thought Doorway? Outside?
After a few seconds, everyone from upstairs had come downstairs so there were 8 of us milling around like a herd of lost lambs.
By the time we decided that, yes, we should go stand outside, the whole quake was over. It probably lasted 15 seconds.
This is the second earthquake I've felt since I moved out here. The last was in October. The short period between these two indicates that California is mere weeks away from breaking free from the mainland and floating gracefully off to sea. I hope we end up being part of Hawaii. Or perhaps we can become our own nation. We won't pay taxes and we can prance around in grass skirts.
One last note on this matter before I get back to work. I went on MSNBC, curious to see what news types had to say about the earthquake. Off to the side of the article I spotted this little menu. It's the third item that gets me.
I mean, really. We all know they occur when the subterranean elves are displeased with their selection of tree roots.