Saturday, August 02, 2008

LA Earthquake: Stirred But Not Shaken

Yes, I know. This post is a little late. Please bare with me, people! If it's hard out here for a pimp, imagine what it's like for a freelance associate producer by day, blogger by night, and entertainment reporter in her free-time like me. I'm not offering excuses, just mere explanations. So let me bring you up to speed in how I'm living and working.

Last week was a week of firsts: first real trip to San Diego, first Comic-Con attendance, and last but definitely not least, my first earthquake experience. In life, I have often prayed for an earth-moving experience. However, last week's shake-up was not exactly what I had in mind. In fact, since relocating to LA in 2002 I refused to even speak the "e-word" or let anybody within earshot say it.

And then it, the "e-word", happened without warning. Having lived on the east coast for most of my life, I've experienced tornadoes and hurricanes; they rarely sneak up on you. But an earthquake, on the other hand, doesn't bother with advanced notices. When the building I was located in began to shake, I dismissed it as a mere affect of construction going on near by or repairs being made to the roof. There was no need for alarm, or so I thought.

But then the shaking intensified, the hanging lights began swaying rapidly and silently my mind screamed, "Earthquake!" What the heaven or hell do I do? Is there an evacuation plan? And why is this chick sitting behind me still on the phone and not running out of this (insert curse word) building? Then I heard an internal voice say, "Just be still," and I calmed myself. I didn't even bother getting under the desk. Seemingly, as soon as the earthquake began it was over and the nearby tv monitor was already blaring the breaking news report of the event. Sad, only an earthquake could knock Britney Spears out of the local headlines for the day.

So I survived my first earthquake and it was nothing like I thought it would be, thank God! And despite news reports, I refused to waste time worrying about the next one, possibly the "big one." After calling my mother back east, I went about the rest of my day like it was any other. The girl sitting behind me never even bothered to get off the phone. She continued chatting, giving an eager listener her blow-by-blow report of the quake from her cubicle. And there I sat, stirred but not shaken by the whole experience.

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