Mistakes were made

New York City meets Munich

September 18th, 2001 · No Comments · Uncategorized


This commute is tiring. I swore, after leaving Westchester, that I’d never do the big commute thing again. Now I’m back to over an hour each way. Just a tasty bit more than an hour, but still. And relative to my last commute, a lot more money too.

A day in the life of the Contingency Center involves periods of chaos, followed by periods of standing and waiting around, followed by frantic bursts of intense effort. Today, the day started off at a painful crawl, and built up speed. The times moves better with more to do, actually, so I’m grateful that I’m actually getting stuff done. The days for me are long, but they will taper down to a more reasonable size soon.

A small crew of people ventured back into the office on Saturday afternoon, to fetch critical gear. They were escorted by the police, and of all people, the Coast Guard. They took some amazing pictures, including a very poorly exposed shot of the cubicle of yours truly. I’ll post the highlights shortly. The view outside my former, now shattered window, is one of profound destruction. The view inside the building is one of a lot of broken glass, dust, and debris. However, it seems very likely we will return to our old offices. The only question is when. Maybe as soon as three months, maybe as long as six.

It will never be the same, of course, but it gives me something to look forward to. And, it looks like the I might someday be able to pick up >Conny’s shoe that I dropped off at the shoe repair place in the Winter Garden.

And that’s something to feel hopeful about.

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