One of the strange things I remember from that day was looking at our servers and seeing zero calls. At the time I worked for an IVR company that hosted the toll free numbers for Dominos, Papa Johns and a bunch of other phone based surveys. Normally there would be 100’s if not 1000’s of simultanious calls but that day there were almost none. We’d call now and then just to make sure they were still up, but we knew it was just that people had better things to do. We got a few calls from clients asking if we were ok. Geographically challenged clients who saw NY in our address and I guess assumed that all of NY was NYC.
This was after a co-worker called me into his office after the first plane hit to “check out the fire at the twin towers”, and we watched the 2nd plane hit live on CNN. That’s a feeling still hard to describe that I know I’ll never forget. We stuck around the office until about noon when the owners decided it would better if everyone just went home to be with family.
My uncle was actually one of the iron workers who worked on tower 2 during it’s construction. I’ve got an article I saved from when the local paper back home interviewed him a couple weeks after the attack.
A good friend of mine from high school was scheduled to be in a meeting in Tower 1, one of the upper floors, on 9/11 at 8:30am but the night before the location was changed somewhere else in Manhatten. How’d you like to live with that little stroke of luck the rest of your life?