Yesterday a 5.4-mag earthquake struck Chino, CA - sending waves throughout the region. This incident was the first potential disaster I've faced while living in Los Angeles (if you don't count the influx of ants in my kitchen last week, or any of the other circumstances which nature has attempted to annihilate me). I was in the middle of a half-day meeting when my co-workers and I felt a series of unsettling rumbles - before the entire building slid forward...and then back again. Three times in total.
Fortunately, my workplace is one of many newer structures in L.A. which is built on rollers in order to ensure its stability during such an event. Still, we quickly scurried for a space under the door frame at the entrance of the meeting room, which directly overlooks the lobby of our building. The gigantic chandelier above this area swayed back and forth, as did the light fixtures in our conference center. This probably caused me the greatest anxiety; because WHAT IF those things detached and flew at my face? I like to think I'd survive blunt force trauma to the head entirely by will. Not my will to live, per se, but sheer will to NOT DIE AT WORK.
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