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I had actually called in to work that day, not because I was sick but just because. I'd gotten up early to call in to the admin assistant's voicemail so I didn't have to try to fake "sick voice" to a live person, and when I couldn't get back to sleep, I lay down on the couch to watch Lifetime (Designing Women and Golden Girls). As such, I had absolutely no idea what was going on, as Lifetime never once interrupted their regular programming (which seems odd now but was a welcome relief in the days to come when I needed to escape the horror for a little while).
At about 9 am CDT, I decided to check one of the hockey forums I'm a member of to see if there was any news of the Blues training camp that had just opened in Anchorage, AK. The first thread I saw was something like, "OMG US under attack!" and because there had been a spate of silly things like false trade rumors etc., being posted, I remember thinking, "Wow, that's a really sh*tty prank to pull on people!" I clicked the thread, saw a post saying to turn on CNN, and I don't think moved then for the next 4 hours. I watched the North Tower fall live on TV and heard all of the false reports of other terrorist activities that the news was throwing out there only because NOTHING seemed out of the realm of possibility at that point. I mean, where was safe? I heard them announce that the Sears Tower was being evacuated and called my brother in a panic, as he lived (at that time) in a high-rise apt building that had a view of it. But when I heard that they were also closing the Arch and evacuating the Eagleton federal courthouse in downtown St. Louis, I lost it. I panicked and packed up my cat and headed to my parents' house.
I spent the rest of the day sitting on their couch, watching the news, crying and becoming angrier and angrier as the day went on. When I finally couldn't take it anymore, I flipped over to ESPN, thinking naively that they'd still be discussing mundane things like sports. About 30 seconds after I changed the channel, they broke in with the news that Ace Bailey and Mark Bavis, 2 scouts for the LA Kings, had been on flight 175, and that was when it really hit home. Now somebody I "knew" had been killed. I couldn't stop crying.
I worked for AT&T at the time; we had some employees on the 51st floor of the South Tower, but they all evacuated safely after the 1st plane struck. When I went into the office the next day, all of the ceiling-mounted TVs in the office had been tuned to CNN, so pretty much all we did for the next several days was watch coverage of the goings-on. We didn't have a lot of calls or much to do because so many of the people with whom we interacted on a daily basis worked in lower Manhattan (to my knowledge, all were OK, but no longer had offices to go to), people who worked for Deutsche Bank, Bankers Trust, Standard Chartered Bank....
I still can't believe it has been 8 years. I kept a diary at the time, and my entries for that day are nothing but a stream of consciousness of shock and disbelief and rage and sadness. I reread it last night and I don't think slept more than about 3 hours.
At about 9 am CDT, I decided to check one of the hockey forums I'm a member of to see if there was any news of the Blues training camp that had just opened in Anchorage, AK. The first thread I saw was something like, "OMG US under attack!" and because there had been a spate of silly things like false trade rumors etc., being posted, I remember thinking, "Wow, that's a really sh*tty prank to pull on people!" I clicked the thread, saw a post saying to turn on CNN, and I don't think moved then for the next 4 hours. I watched the North Tower fall live on TV and heard all of the false reports of other terrorist activities that the news was throwing out there only because NOTHING seemed out of the realm of possibility at that point. I mean, where was safe? I heard them announce that the Sears Tower was being evacuated and called my brother in a panic, as he lived (at that time) in a high-rise apt building that had a view of it. But when I heard that they were also closing the Arch and evacuating the Eagleton federal courthouse in downtown St. Louis, I lost it. I panicked and packed up my cat and headed to my parents' house.
I spent the rest of the day sitting on their couch, watching the news, crying and becoming angrier and angrier as the day went on. When I finally couldn't take it anymore, I flipped over to ESPN, thinking naively that they'd still be discussing mundane things like sports. About 30 seconds after I changed the channel, they broke in with the news that Ace Bailey and Mark Bavis, 2 scouts for the LA Kings, had been on flight 175, and that was when it really hit home. Now somebody I "knew" had been killed. I couldn't stop crying.
I worked for AT&T at the time; we had some employees on the 51st floor of the South Tower, but they all evacuated safely after the 1st plane struck. When I went into the office the next day, all of the ceiling-mounted TVs in the office had been tuned to CNN, so pretty much all we did for the next several days was watch coverage of the goings-on. We didn't have a lot of calls or much to do because so many of the people with whom we interacted on a daily basis worked in lower Manhattan (to my knowledge, all were OK, but no longer had offices to go to), people who worked for Deutsche Bank, Bankers Trust, Standard Chartered Bank....
I still can't believe it has been 8 years. I kept a diary at the time, and my entries for that day are nothing but a stream of consciousness of shock and disbelief and rage and sadness. I reread it last night and I don't think slept more than about 3 hours.