Oops. I skimmed fast enough to read the last name as the first. Ok, that DUDE.

THE WORLD, SHE IS ENDING!!!!

Seriously. Monkey.

I guess, having lived through the 77 blackout, I'm less phased by them. As a kid, it was kinda cool.

The one when I was working in Beverly Hills was a tad unpleasant since it was raining quite heavily and driving in heavy rain without traffic lights in LA? Not so much with the fun. But I was mostly worried about not getting into an accident.

Not, you know, Armageddon.

Help! I need Biology help. Do we have any bio people around?

It was like 9/11.

I stubbed my toe. It was just like when some people stubbed their toes on 9/11.

I'm having a crappy hair day, sort of like those people who had bad hair days on 9/11.

Shut up, stupid person.

Grammar question:

"Describe and discuss the demographics of the community(s) served by the health department"

Should it be community(ies) instead? My brain is so fried from the editing that I can't remember.

One customer, George Orellana, a 35-year-old paralegal, said, "We walked down seven flights. It felt like the 9/11. We didn't know what was going on.

I'm sure he meant that it felt like "the 7-11." Like he was in a convenience store. *sigh* Well, at least he wasn't an actual attorney.

I'm tired, depressed, and don't want to be at work. It's like 9/11.

Wait, it IS like 9/11. Never mind.

That works too. Maybe George had to walk down a bunch of stairs yesterday.

I mean, seriously. The power was out for what? 2-3 hours?

No shit. Not to mention, the 9/11 comparison ... on 9/12? And for 7 flights of stairs. Yeesh. (And afaik I'm a lot more urban than Susan's childhood, and yet I've done 10 days without power. Fun? No. But hardly a 9/11-scale disaster either.)

eta: massive x-post, duh.

I have to walk down the stairs every single day. It's how I start my day. And then I'm up and down quite a few more times. My life is even worse than 9/11.