July 29th, 2008
I work in an old brick warehouse, built in the 1800s. If it’s windy outside, we can feel it through the mortar. Our earthquake drill consists of my boss yelling “GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT” and then running down scary metal stairs.
I need a beer now.
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