Earthquake! This morning. Oh, yeah.
It’s not the first one to happen since I came out here, but it’s the first one I’ve actually felt. (The other ones have all occurred in the wee hours, and I’m a heavy sleeper unless I have to piss.)
Almost everybody I’ve ever talked to out here says that at first, they always mistake an earthquake for a train going by. And sure enough, my first thought when I began to feel the room rumble was: “Hmm. Train.” Except that then I remembered that my store isn’t located next to the railroad, at which point I burst out of the cash office and began excitedly asking people if they felt anything.
Tiny earthquakes are pretty cool. You hear the distant thundering, but you don’t see anything shaking (which I imagine would add a lot of anxiety to the experience). You can feel the plates grinding under you, but only if you’re paying attention. It’s all over in less than 5 minutes, and nothing gets damaged. So you get all of the natural disaster cred without having to undergo any of the requisite trauma.
Interestingly, that’s kind of how I feel about Portland as a city: you get all of the respect bestowed upon people who “brave” urban environments, without ever being in any real danger of anything beyond half-heartedly aggressive pan-handling.
I’ll be bitching some more about school next time. Don’t sigh like that. It’ll be funny this time, I swear.