Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Jose Vs. Earthquake

Finally, an Earthquake on the East Coast! There may be something really wrong with me, but I was super excited to feel the earth.a.shakin. I'm sitting at my desk and I hear my boss, who is on the line with our co-workers in MD, start screaming. I was like, "yo what's going on back there?" She proceeds to tell me that there is an earthquake in MD. Just as I am making fun of her for believing them, my whole desk starts shaking. I just look at Bob and we are like, what the eff do we do? I'm laughing, he's terrified. Needless, to say it was a baby shake, like maybe 6 sec long.

Of course, everyone in the office pretty much comes to the conclusion the world is gonna end, because thats what they do. The next hour was full of exaggerations and chatter about evacuations. Seriously? What is wrong with people. Earthquakes happen like every minute. There was something close to like 90 earthquakes yesterday. I know it was most of our first experiences with a quake, however, I do not see the purpose of evacuating to outside the building right where shit can collapse on us. Probably not the best idea East Coasters. Regardless, I got out of work early, for god knows what, but I was not going to complain.

I figured the gym was probably the safest place to go. Or most awesome. I was hoping for an aftershock to catch someone fall off a treadmill or watch a weight fall on a juicehead. Something, come on, I needed a story.

Welp...I got home around 7 pm and I got my lame story. Typically Jose is waiting by the door for me. Not tonight. I start looking around the joint calling his name and he is nowhere to be found. Finally, Mr. Jose crawls out from under the bed and it looks as if he has been hiding from a sabertooth tiger or a super duty vacuum. His tail was bigger than his whole body and he was tip toeing around the place terrified. I tried to pick him up a couple of times and he was not having it. For the next couple of hours he was a complete train wreck. Every noise, every movement Jo was a jumping fraidy cat. I felt so bad for him. This morning he was looking at me like, "you're not really gonna leave me again." I wish I did not have to, but someones gotta make the money.

East Coast Earthquake 1 East Coast Gato 0

Sorry buddy.

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