LA
December 22, 2003
I’m sitting in an interview in a room on the 9th floor of one of those rock-and-roll buildings—the kind built on rollers so they swing and sway instead of shake and crack with an earthquake. A 6.5 hit and we definitely rocked and rolled. I was sitting in a chair with wheels to boot—thought I was having a MAJOR dizzy spell. Woo-hoo! Perimenopause RULES! But it kept going so I turned to the woman interviewing me and said, “is this a stress interview or are we having an earthquake”? I thought that was a bit of on-the-spot genius on my part but she didn’t even laugh! It took her a minute longer to even realize that we were in a serious shake situation. Maybe she’s pausing too.
My friends in Orange County felt nothing—hmmm, indicative of a larger problem perhaps?—telling me how lucky I was to be in the right place at the right time. Ma Nature’s little holiday dance. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss it.
Cheers!
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