I hadn't begun working yet (actually started a week after 9/11), but I had a doctor's appointment that morning so I was awake when it happened. I headed downstairs to turn on the TV and see what the weather was supposed to be like, and they were showing the first tower smoking, but no one really knew what happened yet. Within about 2 minutes after I turned on the TV, the second plane hit, and everyone realized that this was not an accident. I immediately started calling my boyfriend, who was working as a salesperson for Enron (ha!) in Manhattan at the time, but I couldn't get through to him. I had no idea where his territory was, but his office was in the Chrysler building, which isn't near the WTC, so I figured he was ok if he hadn't left his morning meeting yet. I headed to my doctor's appointment, since there was nothing I could do at home, and it was there that I found out about the Pentagon, which really freaked me out because my best friend goes to grad school in DC. So there I was at the doctor's office, freaking out because my boyfriend is wandering around Manhattan and my best friend is in DC. I bolted home right after I saw the doctor, and thankfully there was a message from my boyfriend on the answering machine, saying he was ok and that he was going to try to find a way home (he lives in NJ). I kept alternating between trying to call him in NY and my friend in DC and signing online to see if any of my other friends in NY were ok and to see if they heard from everyone yet. I got through to DC, and my friend said her classes were cancelled, but they didn't know what was going on. I finally got through to my boyfriend after that. It turned out that he was on the bus in the tunnel when the first plane hit, and people who were listening to the radio told the bus driver to turn around and go back to NJ, but the bus driver couldn't do that. So he got off at Port Authority in the mass chaos and walked to the Chrysler building to see if he could find anyone else he knew so he wouldn't be by himself. When he got to the building, he saw a huge crowd of people running towards him, and he had to run with them to keep from getting trampled. He ran probably 10-20 blocks before he was able to get away. He then started asking people if they knew if any of the busses were running to NJ, and that's when he found out that they closed down all of the bridges and tunnels. Luckily someone told him that there was a ferry to NJ, so he was making his way over to that when I finally got through to him. We stayed on the phone for quite awhile because he didn't want to be all by himself. I gave him the addresses of a few friends in Manhattan in case he was stuck there and needed a place to stay, but he ended up waiting for the ferry and finally made it home by 11 pm. I was extra afraid for him walking around NY like that after they started speculating that it was terrorists from the Middle East, because he is Indian and I was afraid that someone might attack him thinking he was Middle Eastern.
So that's my story...it seems like yesterday, and I'm sure it will still feel that way for a long, long time.
ETA: I almost forgot another part of my story...I live outside of Philly and about a mile away from an Air Force base, both of which were feared targets. Not a good situation, all around.