Was at home in portland, oregon with my girlfriend. Checked rotten.com to find a caption similar to 'everything goes fucko bazoo', turned on the news and, yeah.
That's not the interesting part that makes this story stand out. I was working at portland airport (pdx) up until about a month prior to 9/11. I had my first and only case of food poisoning and called out every morning for like three days. Went back in and they looked at me like I was a ghost. They didn't get any messages and it was pointless to argue (found a better job at kb toys a couple of months later). The security company was called huntleigh, it was mostly a do-nothing job. We sat at a big dome-looking x-ray with a small conveyor belt and scanned maybe 10% of all check-in's when they hit on a few criteria (paying in cash, one way, etc) which they told everyone was random. My job was running bags to and from the counter from 4am-noon. The most me and Justin ever found was bongs, ignored them for obvious reasons. One of our karen supervisors took her job way too seriously and called the bomb squad over what turned out to be nothing...Theresa, everybody hated her.
This story gets interesting because they canned me a month before they REALLY needed help. In the midst of all the fun, on my day off or whatever, I went back to the airport, bought a cup of coffee and a few donuts, then sat down next to their x-ray machine. Stared at them and I laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more because they were scanning every. single. bag. They weren't equipped for that much work because the scanner was slow, they had no employees, and the one supervisor who insulted me by saying "Food poisoning is no big deal, I've worked through it before" was running around, sweating her skinny ass off and struggling to stay alive.
Meanwhile, I was working at kb toys at clackamas town center and met a girl who I not only slept with but rekindled with, 23 years later, earlier this year. That was a fun job, it was when the dreamcast was marked down to $50 and when the first xbox came out.
Bonus part to this story: While I was working at the airport, I found a pamphlet from alaska airlines which I sent to rotten.com, with commentary, which they published on one of their sister sites, thegapingmaw:
https://web.archive.org/web/20040806112633/http://www.gapingmaw.com/250427/
It's crumpled up because scanners weren't feasible back then, our internet was limited to dsl that dropped at least six times a day, and gnotella was the p2p app of choice that never worked.