Somehow they always have a bad reputation about themselves. There is something about them, the attitude they wear, the way they carry themselves. Smug, and indifferent, they just march on with no respect of those whose shadows in which they tread. This Monday morning was no different. It came in and shook the house. Literally.
To paraphrase a friend, try starting your week with an Earthquake, things can only stabilize after that. I felt my 2nd ever earthquake this morning while sitting at my desk at work. At first, it felt innocuously like someone was running in the hallways, but slowly it dawned on me, and the people around me that we were in the midst of a grinding slip in the ground below us.
Someone asked me if it was scary. I wouldn't describe it as scary, however. It was an interesting feeling, the kind you get when you are half asleep and you try to stand on your wobbly legs. Only, you are still sitting down.
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Imagine how it must be for someone whose office is at the 13th floor.. Can't even run anywhere fast.. Completely at the mercy of fate!
eeks.. i didn't know!
was it a big one?
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