What I started to say yesterday was that it’s interesting how things go. You get one nibble for a job and suddenly others look more appealing. You start hoping that the first one will turn you down and one of the others will say “you’re the one!”
Years ago after ditching a boyfriend who would not have called me for say MONTHS, the moment I went out for a first date with a new guy the previous guy would call or write me. I swear this is true! The day after I became engaged to marry, the previous fellow called to ask me out sailing. I politely declined. Hung up. Called him back to say why.
As soon as I left a job of 20 years and started a new one, I started getting canvass letters for a civil service exam I’d taken 9 years previous. No kidding.
My revelation yesterday that the moment I have a sentimental thought about a relationship, that’s the moment I’m set up to get slapped with just a little, how shall we say, reality check about it. Never fails.
On the other hand, I had to rummage through the MANY photos of Tripod today for a snapshot that Gail wanted. Found it, but had to see way too much of the fun times we had there. Yes there were cranky times, hard days, mutterings – as there are with all jobs. But what can you say about a place that had weekly exhibits of weird stuff people collect, or potluck lunches, or matchbox car championship races? I even miss my cubicle at times.
It’s been 13 months of being unemployed. Must be time for someone to say “you’re the one!”
Bet as soon as they do, either someone better will ask me out or someone from my past will appear from the mists.
