I was at work keeping an eye on the computer systems. I managed the credit and collections department, customer call center, and customer service center for a corporation. We had just replaced our billing system.

Frat party.

Flying home from the family Christmas celebration in Phoenix with the wife and kids. We landed about an hour and a half before the scheduled end of civilization. As others have said, the plane was pretty empty.

Was at work with the Comptroller to ensure all the financial IT systems would work.

Watching TV, fully anticipating the collapse of the power grid, computers ceasing go work, and general chaos. None of which happened!

I was at home. On call, as were all of the folks in my Building Automation group where I worked. The last several years before Y2K had been a constantly increasing blur of overtime and upgrade projects. Huge economic boom for my, and all related industries. I was looking forward to getting back to a normal work schedule.

We were manning the Sun Microsystems call center prepared for the apocalypse that never happened. We were prepared though as several hundred bottles of champagne and food had been provided.

It was my duty day. The military feared a major disruption to cyber services so there were extra personnel on duty at my command to test systems after midnight.

That was during my IT days. If memory serves, we went into work around 2200 to babysit the servers (Windows/NT and Novell Netware) and make sure they didn't blow up at the stroke of 00:00:00 2000...finished testing around 0200 and went home to bed. It was actually pretty cool because our offices were on the 30th floor of the downtown building and we could see the street party and lots of fireworks at midnight.

Stayed home (like always on new years eve). Watched movies and cleaned guns.

I was at my job at the main water treatment plant with the rest of the essential staff. We all hung out watching movies until midnight then monitored the system computers to see if everything was running all right. Everything was fine the only thing memorable was a pressure drop over the system downtown about 15 minutes after midnight. That was everyone flushing their toilet or running a faucet to see if they have water. In the spirit of being SemperParatus I kept a six pack of Rolling Rock and an AR-15 in the back seat just in case.

Out with my girl, my brother wasn't feeling well, he was supposed to go with us.
On New Years Day, I got the worst call of my life, my brother passed away that night. Not only was he my younger brother, he was my best friend. We were 14 months apart, shared a bedroom as kids, grew up, and did everything together up until that dreadful day that he passed.
I have hated New Years now for 20 years, and will never party again. It brings back a very heart wrenching memory.

I was in the county EOC, bored out of my skull, telling everyone this was total B.S. Everybody but the big chiefs and the Sheriff agreed. They may have agreed, too, but they were upholding their Chiefly Images, and looking , well, Chiefly.

I don't remember, I must not have done anything special, but I long ago quit celebrating with much alcohol.

On call for IBM service, had one call at 00:30 and customer was in panic mode. Turns out it was just a memory card on his mainframe...Otherwise all the pre work we did for clients paid off. Not one related hiccup in the Denver area..

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Originally posted by egregore:
I snooze through most New Year's Eves. I did make sure I filled my vehicles with gas and had some groceries, some peanut butter, to last a couple of days.

Saw what you did there!

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Originally posted by egregore:
I snooze through most New Year's Eves. I did make sure I filled my vehicles with gas and had some groceries, some peanut butter, to last a couple of days.

What you did there. I see it.

I was in one of the Bellsouth NOCs, waiting for nothing to happen. Sigh.

My wife made me a spaghetti dinner then served me with a divorce petition. I spent the night with my best friend and his wife. Divorced on Valentines Day 2000. It was a horrible start to the new decade but the best thing that ever happened to me.

I worked the 2-10 shift that night and came home around 10:45. Gal a few doors away that I had been dating came over with a 6 pack of Spaten Bock beer.

Damned if I can remember her name.

Packing for a business trip to W Guinea. Thank goodness because my boss wanted me to fly New Year Eve