The 7th floor

It took me quite a while to convince myself that it was okay to spend a whole day on the 7th floor of a building in Wellington. I’ve been up that high a few times in the last four years, but not often and not usually for long.

It didn’t really reassure me that someone was putting together the earthquake survival kit while I was there. It’s a wheelie bin full of bottled water and food and first aid stuff. I couldn’t help but think that the wheelie bin ain’t gonna help them if Wellington has an earthquake bad enough that they need a week of supplies.

I joked about it with one of the women in the office. She pointed out that at least they’d be safe from tsunamis up that high. Ha! It reminded me that it’s silly to worry about these things. I was still glad to leave though.