Actually, I've been ready for the weekend since Wednesday when I woke up at 8am thinking it was Saturday. I casually checked my phone and read "workday" instead of "cereal and cartoons". Dammit. I got ready at Superman speed and was only 10 minutes late to work.
That's one of the things I need to get better at. I'm late to work at least 3 times a week. For some reason, I have plenty of time to get ready (on the days I get up on time) and decide there are some things I have to do around the apartment that I think I have time for. I just need to get up and get ready to leave for work. That's it. Not trick myself into thinking I have all this time to get little things done. I am also hoping that no one is keeping track of when I'm coming in because it's a goal of mine to get there before my supervisor. I have next week to practice since everyone is on vacation...we'll see how it goes.
Thankfully, after I finish with my writing this evening, I am going to start packing for my little weekend trip to San Diego. I haven't been down there in about a year, so I'm excited to visit my friend and have a relaxing weekend.
The main reason I'm so desperate for relaxation is the fact that I experienced my first earthquake Tuesday morning and have been ridiculously jumpy ever since. The earthquake was about 25 miles from where I work/live. Talk about being panicked and jelly-legged to the point where I'm walking around like a zombie telling everyone who's asking "I'm fine. Really....I'm fine." Such a liar and they knew it. I was pale-faced (even more so than normal) and utterly confused as to how everyone can get back to work after calling loved ones to make sure they were okay. It was like an extra 10-minute break to make your phone call than resume as normal.
Whaaaaaaaaat?
I had to sit down for 30 minutes after it happened all the while listening to all the earthquake stories. Oh and FYI: hearing "survivor" stories after one has experienced their first earthquake doesn't help my current situation. So thanks for trying to help. It also doesn't help to take the opportunity to tell me about "aftershocks" and saying things like "oh this was nothing, the BIG one will be soon, it won't stop". So wait. This wasn't considered big? The fact that it felt like I was running on a treadmill sideways towards a door, or trying to walk on a boat during a hurricane....this was nothing? Gah. It's 45 seconds of my life I'll never forget.
My company's offices are next to train tracks, so we are used to rumblings and loud horns blasting, but this earthquake has made me on edge every time a train passes. It also doesn't help that I live in a downstairs apartment under a pair of elephants that sound like they're coming through the ceiling at any moment. Could I be any more paranoid?
Well, Southern California you are on notice. I didn't want to do it, but you gave me no choice. First, I move to Sunny Southern California to find out it rains way more than y'all imply and second, no one decided to mention to this out-of-towner how to be prepared for an earthquake. You just roll (sorry for the bad pun) with the fact that they happen and seem to remember all the drills during the event. Isn't there a safety committee at work that can do a yearly/monthly drill for earthquakes so the non-native doesn't freak out or turn into a statue again? It's not too much to ask.
I better quit before I start getting antsy again and not sleep. I have a long drive tomorrow.
Happy dreams.
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