| QUESTIONS |
| This project is dedicated to you. I have compiled a list of questions, sort of fill-in-the-blank questions. I've put where I was and what I was doing to each event and have included some of my coworkers stories. Email me with your answers and they will be added to this page. |
| Where were you when O.J. was found Not Guilty? (Or Not Gillcup) I was in college in my computer science class. I was in the back of the room, which was basically the "goof off" area. So we're in the computer lab and this kid brought in one of those tiny handheld TVs. I thought OJ was gonna get off and then they announced the verdict. Not Guilty. I don't doubt that OJ killed them both but racist LAPD cops certainly didn't help the prosecutions case. So I left the class and everyone was talking about the verdict. The black students were mostly pretty pleased, the white ones, especially the girls, were pissed off. I didn't really care too much though, who am I to judge OJ or anyone else? I'll leave that to the G O D. Stan - He was selling copiers, went home to sleep instead of cold calling and knocking on peoples doors. The job was a nightmare. He'd leave the office in the morning to get some "leads", then drive home, take off his suit and sleep until 3:45pm then put the suit back on and go back to work. When they asked him did he get any sales that day, he'd tell them 'No", but he "got some real promising leads". Stan's pretty funny. He was at home on this day watching ther TV. |
| Space Shuttle- I was in sixth grade and I was off school sick this day. I can honestly say I watched this event live. I pretty much knew right away the thing had blown up b/c there was a huge smoke ball with boosters shooting away from the explosion. Usually booster rockets run out of fuel and fall off. The reporters didn't realize anything was wrong at first. Very tragic, but no where near as depressing as September 11th. Dave D. - Thought it was a joke when he first heard about it. Brad - Was in Sears with his mommy buying clothes. Saw it on a Sears TV. |
| John Lennon - I've always been a big Beatles fan so I remember this day vividly. I was in England watching the news with my family and they announced that John Lennon had been shot dead in New York. I think I cried. I was very sad, and it didn't help that they kept playing 'Imagine' over and over again. There's only Paul and Ringo left now:( |
| President Reagan - I was a kid in England. I had the flu and my ma had to stay home with me. We were watching some drivel when they interrupted it and showed the footage of John Hinckley Jr. shooting Reagan. They grabbed his ass in a hurry didn't they. I liked Reagan so I felt bad for him. |
| Moon - I wasn't born for this one so I don't have too many memories of it. Wife - Says she vaguely remembers it. |
| September 11th - I am still too depressed to talk about this. |
| Princess Diana Died - I was living iin Connecticut, working at my first job. I had a house in Derby, CT and I had just broken up with Pam. Ski came up to visit me. I think it was a Saturday night and we were ready to go out drinking when I heard on CNN that Princess Diana had been seriously injured in a Paris car crash. I waited to hear that she was okay, but insteads they updated the broadcast to say she was "gravely injured". I got pretty worried at this point. In Britain, even people who hated the monarchy loved Diana. Then they announced that "We have some very sad news, we can now confirm that Princess Diana has died". I was in shock. I'm not surprised it hit me so hard because I grew up with the monarchy and Diana. I cried. I stayed up to watch the funeral. What a sad, sad time. |
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| What's the worst job you've ever had? |
| What's the best piece of advice you've been given? |
| My lil buddy Jesse has posted his responses: Worst Job Dishwasher at a pricey local restaurant. 11th grade and my first official job. I worked with 3 other highschool students, one of which was named JoJo, and a retarded guy who always mumbled about someplace called "Nam". (Came to find out later that he fought over there and somehow lost his faculties following the war). Point being...us five were the lowest of the low on the employee totem pole and at the very least, none of us were destined for a career in rocket science. We were treated like dirt. Now, I only worked weekends, as I was in high school. Here's how a normal shift went. Dad drops me off by the back kitchen entance at around 3pm friday night. I enter a crazy whirlwind environment with employees running around everywhere. I was always the guy that stepped the wrong way and collide with busy people or break something. About 7 fat grumpy chefs would constantly bitch and heckle us lowly dishwashers. "Where the hell is that f-ing pot you squirly little motherf-er?!! I need that pot now! HURRY!" It was hot as hell in the kitchen and even hotter by the sinks. We were constantly scrubbing, it was never fast enough, and the pile of dishes ALWAYS kept growing. I remember a wet streak used to form right on my pube line through my jeans because I would be leaning against the rim of the sink and water would be splashing all over the place. After 4 hours of wet skin and pubes....god the discomfort was unbearable. You know what we got to eat? Gravy and biscuits. Eating hard biscuits with soaking wet, nasty, grimy hands...god it was awful. No breaks! We were always too far behind. Everyone there hated us. The owner hated us. He used to come back when were fell behind and yell "What the hell is going on back here? Huh?! Huh?! Move outta the way!" And then hed start scrubbing like a madman. I had never seen anything like it, and havnt since. He was amazing. Hed take off his tie and shirt and go to town. Water splashing everywhere...hed be shouting "See! This is how you do it!" Crazy shit. And also, at 16, youre usually just starting to have a bit of success with the ladies. All the waitresses were hot and about 20 years old. They would have nothing to do with the dishwashers and would give us a look only if they could work some disdain in with it. Which they did well and often. I felt like a bug. Then the night would end. And we had to do the following things: 1) 12:00AM Finish the enormous pile of dishes, and watch the hot waitresses count their fists of cash and leave with their boyfriends knowing you had three hours to stay and work and scratch your wet rashy pube region. God! And by this my feet would be aching so bad from the nine hours of standing! 2)1AM Take out the garbage. These bags were huge and heavy as all hell, and soaking wet with nasty kitchen juices. Smelled horrible. You would be lucky to get the bag to the dumpster without it breaking. Upon throwing it over, inevitably it would tear and trash juice would fly all over, usually getting in your mouth or eyes. I remember one time chocking back a sob when this happened. I was so depressed. 3) 2AM, mop the kitchen, the basement, and vacuum the restaurant. Im not kidding or exaggerating. 5.50 an hour baby...yea. 4) 3AM finally finished. 12 bloody hours of hell. You leave soaking wet. Smelling like stale food and juicy kitchen trash. Call Dad for a ride, because you and the retard are the only two people that dont have a drivers license. How damn depressing. It was my first job and I think my aversion to working has been going on ever since. I thought all jobs must be like this, and probably still do. If I had known anything at the time I wouldve reported that M-F-er for workin us like that. It was illegal and I have to say...very morally wrong. Sadistic prick...OK. Done venting. September 11th I had just arrived at work as a legal assistant and was hurriedly editing a contract that I was supposed to have done the afternoon before. My boss called at around 9:20 I believe. I thought "Damn, he's going to ask whether I'm done with the contract..." To my surprise he blurted out "Jesse, get everyone in the office and go into the conference room. Turn on the t.v...any channel. I'm on my way." Click. I thought, "What the hell was that all about?" I did as instructed...and well...what I viewed does not need to be rehashed, for the rest of the world Im sure, remembers all too vividly. It kept getting worse. My coworkers son worked at NSA and at about 11:00am he called and told her to go home and stay there. That unnerved everyone in the office, including my boss who arrived shortly after his telephone call. We were dismissed for the day. I hadnt had a beer for three months on September 11th 2001. I went to Sarge's, cracked one open, played golf with him, Hammond and Ski Dog...and have been off the wagon ever since. Here's to it. Cheers Space Shuttle Middle School. Social Studies. 7th grade? Maybe 6th...Anyway, I remember because we had the TV set up to view the launch. It was a bigger than normal deal because Christa McAuliffe, the school teacher was on the mission. We had spent the week learning about NASA and Christa and the Challenger. I'll never forget the shock. Everyone thought, wait is that normal? Seems like a hell of a lot of smoke...But the reaction of the reporters immediately clued us in. Shrieks, Cries, a lot of Oh No Please Gods rang out throughout the classroom. (Mr. Schaeffer was the instructer...interesting bloke...bit of a nervous tic. He was constantly opening his eyelids up real wide as if in a state of shock...but only for a split second. Nice guy though.) Anyway, I think it was the first time I saw a large group of girls from my peer group crying at once. Its happened a lot since then of course, but at the time it was very interesting... |