||[Apr. 20th, 2006|01:27 pm]
Apparently there was just a brief tornado warning here in Madison. It looks sunny and normal outside, but the National Weather Service thought otherwise, I dunno. Since I work in what is basically a large metal hut, with only a few enclosed rooms and no basement, the only safe strategy is to hide under a heavy piece of furniture. Most people's cubicles have a 1960's metal desk, so we were all hiding under those, laughing because we barely fit, and because most people don't use that as their primary workspace, so there were wastebaskets and boxes and bins to be moved before we could sit inside. Even then I barely fit; I had to lean to the side so my head would fit, and my legs stuck out.
This also gave my fellow ILL dept. members a chance to laugh over Millicent's desk, which is one of the old metal desks that someone didn't want anymore and moved into the aisle. Recently people have dubbed it "Millicent's desk" and have started decorating it with items that make it look like there really is a Millicent, and she really is working there: an in-box, a dried flower arrangement, a pen, a note about which UW-system colleges are currently charging for ILL and which aren't, and a post-it on the front drawer pointing down, saying "Millicent's tornado shelter". It's funny and it isn't, in a way. Pretending a person into existence is always sort of melancholy to me. But people laugh over it here.
My boss, who has a cubicle up front with windows, had to go back and use Millicent's desk as her shelter, which gave everyone a laugh. At least someone is getting some use out of Millicent's desk.
Luckily it was a very brief tornado warning, so I only spent maybe five minutes under my desk, sipping my dwindling Frappuccino and listening to people giggle. I don't think everyone took this warning seriously. It's only April, after all, and it's sunny out with no rain. Maybe the next one will feel more serious. I think this was the first tornado warning I've experienced in this building!
New icon by the Dutch illustrator Anton Pieck, courtesy of eftelding whom I don't know, via beckmumble, whom I do. I won't be at Dance Seminar this weekend, but I'll be thinking of those who are.