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Consider this an open place to share your thoughts on 9/11, eight years after the events occurred.

The memory that sticks out most for me is that my office-mate Alison, who had family in NYC, was desperately trying to call her family and our boss came in and said "My family's fine, so yours is too. Get back to work." We were kept at work until our normal quitting time of 5:00 despite the fact that none of the other businesses with which we worked kept remained open that day.

September 11, 2001 was a Tuesday. We went to work the rest of the week. Our pay periods ran through the 15th, so I spent most of my time cleaning up a few loose ends. I didn't return to that place of work the next week, or ever again. The way our boss treated us on September 11, 2001 was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.

And yes, I feel rather fortunate that something so silly is my strongest memory, and that my strongest memory isn't the loss of a loved one or even the loss of a loved one's loved one. Heck, I'm not even sure I personally know anyone who lost someone.

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