Earlier this year while on a train ride in France I took out the laptop and started writing a bit about how it was to even get a job on the floor. It's not written for any particular audience, maybe my potential kids, but figured I'd put it up here as it leads up to the day of November 1st, 1999. The length is 5 pages in Word and it's lightly edited so not totally complete, but hopefully it gives a laugh or two to others as it was fun to go down memory lane for me. The story also shows why I enjoy the ride everyday cause it was a hassle to get here in the first place!
If you can't read it on the embed, here's the link to the scribd upload.