If it's bad enough, I'm unlikely to live through it.
You may ask, "Why?" After all, I'm armed, have a tiny amount of training and have plenty of well-armed, disaster-ready friends. I even keep a reserve of food and water on hand!
Yeah, but if things go nasty, my place will be at work. I'm in the communications game; if there's some kind of GENERIC TEOTWAWKI going on, my job is to make sure you (and all those less-ready folks) get as much useful information as can be pumped out to ya. This is what I do.
Ninety percent of time, the stuff I'm paid to help get to your living room or car is slightly less useful than the otherwise similar newspaper, 'cos you can use newsprint for a lot of things but what your TV and radio spit out is more ephemeral than smoke. But that 10%, it's pretty darned useful. I'm single, I don't have kids and other than my Mom, I'm not close to my family. Ayn Rand might not approve but I don't consider it a sacrifice to go do what I get paid to do under circumstances in which it might mean a whole more to the folks at home than mere advice on how to get brighter-whiter teeth and shiny new cars for no money down.
Short, small nasties -- ice storms and such -- I'm ready for. Medium-size and up? I'll take my chances on the job.
The rest of you? Dammit, don't screw up. Grab your spouse and kiddies and go do what needs doing.
(OTOH, all bets are off if this happens. I guess I could semaphore from a high place but I'm kind of rusty -- and who'd read it?)
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