As with most mornings, I was squeezing in some work on the laptop before actually heading into the office. Catching up on some e-mails, reviewing the calendar and task list for the day ahead. Remember everything being a little sluggish. CNN, Yahoo News, the usual suspects, so I checked Scripting News and saw some small blurbs about something happening at the WTC. A plane hitting? Small, maybe, a commuter plane. Couldn't be possible. Must be a mistake, some kind of mistake.
I went downstairs to turn on the TV and iron a shirt for work. While the iron was heating up, I sat on the couch in numb disbelief as smoke billowed from both towers. The iron clicked off before I got up and started making some phone calls -- telling my co-workers that I wouldn't be coming into the office, telling them to turn on the news.
I was on the phone with M. when the first tower went down. How do you describe something like that? I think I must have stupidly repeated myself, repeatedly, stupidly, "it's just gone."
Where were you?
I went downstairs to turn on the TV and iron a shirt for work. While the iron was heating up, I sat on the couch in numb disbelief as smoke billowed from both towers. The iron clicked off before I got up and started making some phone calls -- telling my co-workers that I wouldn't be coming into the office, telling them to turn on the news.
I was on the phone with M. when the first tower went down. How do you describe something like that? I think I must have stupidly repeated myself, repeatedly, stupidly, "it's just gone."
Where were you?
Simple enough question. I was at work when I heard about the planes crashing into the WTC. My work just so happened to be in the graphic design department of a daily newspaper as well as being the webmaster. We immediately went to work on local angles and using the web as a place for any breaking news. It was a very hectic rest of the week.
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