there are no mistakes, only

there are no mistakes, only happy accidents

I love it when great, fun things happen totally unexpectedly. Yesterday, I had an impromptu lunch date with the inimitable (sp?) Heather Moore! I’m temping downtown, like always, and during my lunch hour I decided to go buy a Thank You note for the people I interviewed with last Friday. * Of course, since I was already at sixth and Olive, I went to Pacific Place, thinking that if I was going to buy a card, I should probably patronize the paper store assistant-managed by my favorite production manager. I went inside, thinking I was going to be all slick - I was going to pick out the card, and then nonchalantly drop it on the counter and say something stupid, before she realized it was me. No dice. I couldn’t find any thank you cards, and then after I’d stood behind the rotating rack peering at her for awhile, someone else came up and said “Uh, can I help you?” So, by the time I’d found a single (ie not-a-box) Thank You note for less than eight dollars (the one I really wanted was $8.50, and it was so purty, but I only had six dollars!), she had disappeared. I asked the girl behind the counter where she was, and within moments Heather appeared, and whisked me off to a hot dog stand! It was lovely. We talked about job choices and jumping off cliffs (“You think if you stand there long enough the other side will get closer, but it won’t”) and other things. I think it RULES that she is quitting her grind so that she can do what she loves. You GO, Heather! Maybe someday I’ll be that gutsy and cool. But, for the time being, I will send off my snivelling little cover letters to anyone who needs someone to do their grunt work. (Okay, that’s being a little overdramatic, but I HAVE sent out many, many resumes, and gone on many, many interviews. I just haven’t found the right fit yet.)

* I would really LOVE to work for RGI. My interview there was so fun, and the drive was great, and it’s just the type of stuff I would love to do. More of a personal assistant job than an office assistant one, as far as I could tell. Laura is just a fantastic woman and I would love to be the one making her travel arrangements! Ah well. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

My mother, the eternal optimist, thinks there’s a silver lining in EVERYTHING. For awhile, I thought perhaps the silver lining in this interminable job hunt was that I was learning patience. In fact, I’m actually learning how to fake patience. In reality, I’m about ready to have a coronary from all the suspense.

sigh.
Maybe I’ll distract myself with some noodles.