I’ve been having a hard time keeping up with posting, between this blog and my other, now that I have a new job that actually makes me work. Damn it! Not that I’m complaining, entirely. The strange thing about having real work to do is that the day actually drags on. I don’t know how that has happened. At my other job, where I had absolutely nothing of interest to work on, except blogging and surfing the internet, the day flew by.
Anyway, since I’ve come to this new place, I am having the strangest small work experiences ever in my life. There are the mundane: Two people I worked with at other ad agencies are here. No big deal. That happens in Philly. And it’s good because I’m friends with them. On my first day, I rode up the elevator with someone I know I worked with, but can’t place him. And, I keep seeing people who look oddly familiar. Although, I did figure out that one of them was someone I went to high school with almost 30 years ago! (Holy shit, I’m old!) On my second day here, a guy that I worked with at my last job, showed up for an interview. What the hell? And yesterday, on my way to the train, I ran into an old neighbor who I haven’t seen since I moved a year ago. I made the train with a second to spare. All this small world shit is freaking me out! And then there’s the mind-blowing: As my writing partner are talking about his home renovations, I realize he’s renovating a house on my old block in the city–literally, across the street from my old house–and it just so happens to be the old woman who I had a special connection with and who recently passed away. I nearly cried when I figured it out. What are the odds of that!? Something weird is going on here.
So, did you catch that? That link I left for you? I tried to hide it, but I’m not that html-savvy. The way all this small world stuff is going, I’m sure we know each other from some past life. Let me know if you figure it out.
My therapy session. 