So I was writing this blog on Friday, it started out something, something, something about organic produce and the prices and the dirty dozen. The only reason I even remember is this photo was still loaded in the draft. It was about spending $3.99 on celery. It isn’t even a fun vegetable. Just one I buy often and part of the dirty dozen so I always try to buy organic. It didn’t help that this was the only thing I was buying to finish a recipe.
However I didn’t save the draft because just after I started writing it the 7.1 earthquake hit 150 miles away.
I was at work, floor twelve of a high rise and alone. At first it was fine, but when the building kept rocking and didn’t seem to stop I crawled under my table. My water bottle fell off my desk. A few other things in the area fell. The window right by me sounded like it was going to break. I was under my table from 8:21 to 8:26, that is when the blinds stopped crashing against the window.
I know some of this was just inertia and the building slowing down, but I had the closest thing to a panic attack I’ve even had. I emailed my co-workers in Palo Alto and let them know I was leaving. I trucked down the 12 flights pretty darn fast. Our elevators were not working.
Today I brought an old pair of tennis shoes to work and they are now under my desk. Luckily it was Friday so I was not in heals, but any other day of the week I would have been.