So I think I am in heaven, employment wise. I bought a new CD (A The The singles compilation) and I didn't have time to listen to it after it came, so get this...I listened to it at work! I love my job.
September 11, 2001. I woke up. After enjoying a Red Bull in my shower, I pulled a clean, warm uniform from the dryer and got dressed. It was my habit to turn on the NW cable news channel in the morning, so I was surprised to see CNN when I did not hit the numbers for CNN on the remote. I got completely ready so I could sit on the couch and have 10 minutes of relaxation before I walked out the door. Kristin was getting ready in the bathroom and the CNN dude was standing on the roof of his building with another Beautiful Talking Head. I could see the one tower burning in the distance. The anchors were talking about a plane flying into the building, so my immediate assumption was that there had been an accident. Then suddenly there was another plane and the other tower was exploding. Just like that I realized that this could not be an accident. I was standing in the living room saying "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...." holding my head in my hands, eyes wide. Kristin came in from the bathroom saying "What?!" and then she look at the TV. We just stood there watching. We left for work before the first tower collapsed. All of the radio stations were rebroadcasting network news audio tracks so I listened as I drove myself to work. I went in and IKEA was like a ghost town. I think I saw maybe 5 customers. In my department Brian and I both had the same look. a mixture of sadness, rage and knowledge. With our backgrounds attached to the military, we knew that the shit was going to hit the fan. We speculated about the number of dead (by now both towers had collapsed - I had heard in the car and got to bring that happy news to everyone at work) I had heard on the Discovery Channel that the WTC employed 50,000 people, so I guessed in the 30,000 to 40,000 range. It would be days before I realized how lucky we had been and it sickens me to this day that we consider that "luck". We heard about the people throwing themselves to their deaths to avoid burning, We heard about the other planes and we just began to come apart. Emotions ran strong. You couldn't look anyone in the eye because everyone was all puffy and red from sobbing. Men who were widely thought of as boulders with callouses cried like babies. In the early afternoon, we closed, so I went on home. I don't remember much of the rest of that day, but in following days my car got stolen while I was having my tattoos touched up and my ears peirced (for the first time)(you'd think even the methhead car theives would take a week off, but nooooooooo...). The disaster at the WTC, my car getting stolen, the firing of a respected co-worker for an excuseable trivial matter, and the dead end that my career had become were the agents that led me to quit my job. In the past year I have learned more about myself than at any other time in my life. I have learned how right my parent's and friend's advice can be, and not to ignore it, I have learned that my ego can be an ugly thing. I also have watched more Law&Order, and television in general than I care to admit. I hope you all take some time to tell someone close to you how much you appreciate them. I appreciate you.