I said goodbye today to a colleague. He is moving on to another job, more money and exciting opportunities. I am sad for me, happy for him and of course, I am hoping that we stay in touch.
Over the last few months we have shared a lot of laughs. He has even talked me off the ledge a couple of times and said, “ A little harsh, try again,” when I was getting ready to hit the send button on an email to half the world. He became someone I could vent to and bounce ideas off of. In short, he became a friend.
What is unusual about this particular friendship is when I met him, I didn’t like him. At all. I consider myself a great judge of character but I really missed the boat, the train and the spaceship on him. I dare to say he didn’t like me much either and found me an annoyance in his day to day existence.
Due to circumstances beyond our control, we ended up sitting next to each other. Something I quite frankly thought was going to suck. But over the months, as we peeled away the layers and baggage we both had, we found out we had a lot more in common than we thought. We shared a sense of humor and some common opinions about our jobs and we realized, “Hey! I really like this other person!
Sometimes you meet someone and at the time, you have no idea that this person will be in your life for a long time, maybe forever. I have kept a diary for most of my life and not long ago, I pulled a couple of old ones out and starting reading.
One entry I found very humorous. When I first came to California, over twenty years ago, I was working at a sports store. My first day there, I wrote about the job, the mall and then, almost as an afterthought, “Oh and I met this girl named Janeen.”
Over those twenty plus years, there have been seven jobs, a couple of boyfriends, two apartments and one home. The one constant? That girl named Janeen. When I broke up with the guy I moved out to California with, she helped me move. She was the first person who got to my house when I had my fire. She loves football as much as I do and we have been to numerous games, Super Bowl parties, Christmas Eves and just plain girl talk dinners. I suspect we will be friends until the day we die.
So this Thanksgiving, what am I thankful for? Not being a "great” judge of character and those afterthought meetings.
Wishing you all the joy, laughter and love the surprises in life can bring. Have a great Thanksgiving!
Over the last few months we have shared a lot of laughs. He has even talked me off the ledge a couple of times and said, “ A little harsh, try again,” when I was getting ready to hit the send button on an email to half the world. He became someone I could vent to and bounce ideas off of. In short, he became a friend.
What is unusual about this particular friendship is when I met him, I didn’t like him. At all. I consider myself a great judge of character but I really missed the boat, the train and the spaceship on him. I dare to say he didn’t like me much either and found me an annoyance in his day to day existence.
Due to circumstances beyond our control, we ended up sitting next to each other. Something I quite frankly thought was going to suck. But over the months, as we peeled away the layers and baggage we both had, we found out we had a lot more in common than we thought. We shared a sense of humor and some common opinions about our jobs and we realized, “Hey! I really like this other person!
Sometimes you meet someone and at the time, you have no idea that this person will be in your life for a long time, maybe forever. I have kept a diary for most of my life and not long ago, I pulled a couple of old ones out and starting reading.
One entry I found very humorous. When I first came to California, over twenty years ago, I was working at a sports store. My first day there, I wrote about the job, the mall and then, almost as an afterthought, “Oh and I met this girl named Janeen.”
Over those twenty plus years, there have been seven jobs, a couple of boyfriends, two apartments and one home. The one constant? That girl named Janeen. When I broke up with the guy I moved out to California with, she helped me move. She was the first person who got to my house when I had my fire. She loves football as much as I do and we have been to numerous games, Super Bowl parties, Christmas Eves and just plain girl talk dinners. I suspect we will be friends until the day we die.
So this Thanksgiving, what am I thankful for? Not being a "great” judge of character and those afterthought meetings.
Wishing you all the joy, laughter and love the surprises in life can bring. Have a great Thanksgiving!
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