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The network administrator keeps auto-pinging my work e-mail with notices that my mailbox is over its size limit, so I've spent a few minutes this morning deleting some seriously old crap.
As of just a few days ago, I've been here four years.
Also, I had completely forgotten that we were given a corporate holiday of remembrance (with pay) exactly one year after 9/11. We still get e-mails, on occasion, when there are scheduled fly-overs of our building (the Air & Water Show, as the crow flies, ain't too far from where we are), or explanations of why the hazmat team was in the lobby between such-and-such hours, or why the sirens were doing their siren thing for more than a few minutes out on the street. I remember stories my first boss told me of how shortly after September 11th, 2001, employees would find themselves standing up from their desks and walking over to the windows, just gazing out into the world. Maybe searching the skies. More than once, several would be scanning CNN.com, and at the first sign of a terror alert color change or whatever, they'd silently gather up their things and walk directly to the elevators or stairwells, and just leave.
By the time I got here, approximately nine months had passed, and so this caul of dread was hardly evident.
But I totally forgot about that day off. Weird.
As of just a few days ago, I've been here four years.
Also, I had completely forgotten that we were given a corporate holiday of remembrance (with pay) exactly one year after 9/11. We still get e-mails, on occasion, when there are scheduled fly-overs of our building (the Air & Water Show, as the crow flies, ain't too far from where we are), or explanations of why the hazmat team was in the lobby between such-and-such hours, or why the sirens were doing their siren thing for more than a few minutes out on the street. I remember stories my first boss told me of how shortly after September 11th, 2001, employees would find themselves standing up from their desks and walking over to the windows, just gazing out into the world. Maybe searching the skies. More than once, several would be scanning CNN.com, and at the first sign of a terror alert color change or whatever, they'd silently gather up their things and walk directly to the elevators or stairwells, and just leave.
By the time I got here, approximately nine months had passed, and so this caul of dread was hardly evident.
But I totally forgot about that day off. Weird.
