The Peanut Chronicles

Thursday, August 03, 2006

small world

It’s a small worked after all! It’s a small world after all!

Ok, enough of that awfully annoying song. I just have a slightly humorous antidote from the job interview yesterday that I didn’t get around to telling because I was so (and still am) totally dumbfounded.

They say that everyone in the world can be related by six degrees. Six tiny, little degrees, and you can find anyone on the planet. I seem to be having a week of that. It started with asshole the cop at my conference. What were the chances? (For the record, I am not really sure what bothers me more; the fact that he was there at this conference or the fact that he is a fucking cop? I can get all just about it but in the end am I really going to do anything about it? No. And please don’t lecture me on the choice. all my brain will let me say about this at this moment it a quote: "The most valuable thing you can make is a mistake - you can't learn anything from being perfect." and I am far from perfect and so is he.) Well, yesterday I go to talk to the Executive Director of the program to which they are looking to hire me into and guess what: I know him too.

I walk in and the face is familiar. He has brown hair, scruffy beard, beautifully dark brown eyes (all right I am a sucker for eyes). He looks like one of those hippie boys who are all rugged but have decided to shower and try to fit into a corporate world but aren’t doing the whole suit thing. He wore brown corduroys, button shirt, Birkenstocks… my kind of guy. I look at him and do a double take. He instantly recognizes me. It turns out that this guy is a great dancer too. It’s J from the other night.

Oh. Fuck.

“You! It’s you! I thought your name was Janet?”

“Heh, yeah… I never give out my real name in bars. It’s a safety thing.”

“Smart move”

(Whew!)

The interview was fun with him although it was a little weird. After all, I don’t deny it; I was flirting with him the other night!