I started a new project on Thursday the 30th. On Monday through Thursday
our project team work at the client site in Cambridge, but on Fridays we
work from our corporate office in Boston.
This is going to sound boring, but bear with me for another paragraph.
It’ll get really interesting in a second.
So on the 30th I was at the client site, and December 1th I was at
Optaros. Last Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I was at the client site
all day. On Thursday I had a one-day business trip to
Manhattan, but the team was mostly in Cambridge. Then,
on Friday the 8th, we were all working at our office in Boston.
It was 11am Friday when the client’s office building blew up.
Yeah, blew up. Two electricians were working on a transformer in the
sub-basement when it blew, killing one of them. Approximately 600-800
people were in One Broadway at the time, and about a hundred were taken
to area hospitals for smoke inhalation and later released after
the subsequent major fire. The stairwells filled with toxic smoke and
some people had to break windows and climb onto the roof of the adjacent
parking garage. All this on the most brutally cold morning so far this
season. You can read the full story and see image galleries via these
links:
Boston Globe Saturday article
Boston Globe photo gallery
Boston Herald Friday article
Boston Herald Saturday article
Boston Herald photo gallery
It made for quite a surreal afternoon, as all the major news sources
blared news about the fire and the subsequent shutdown of the
Longfellow Bridge and the MBTA Red Line. And then it was on the front
page of the local papers yesterday.
So we were very fortunate, in that our team of 30+, who usually work on
the third floor, were not in the building that day, and all the client’s
personnel made it out safely.
Since then I’ve received nearly a dozen email updates from the building
management. It looks like the place will not reopen for about a week,
during which time we’ll be hosting the client at our office space by
North Station. That’s going to be a big jam, since we’re short on space
and desks to begin with.
I still have a bunch of dress clothes over at One Broadway, but nothing
irreplaceable. They can wait.
Very surreal. Perhaps I should add an Imminent Danger Pay clause in my
employment agreement?