Thirteen days. That’s all it took for a small fish to acknowledge
my once-unwanted bait since my previous rant. Three patient days later, I landed
my first job.
Rewind a few hours, and the misery reeked from my voice. It
was a Monday, August 12th. Tony, the godsend that he is, prepared a
comforting mountain of mashed potatoes and took me to Starring Lake. He even
brought the puzzle I gave him, knowing it would bring a temporary but much
needed smile to my makeup-less face.
We were pressing the pieces into place meticulously,
competitively and jokingly. I picked up my smile, reminiscing out loud of how
wild Vegas and EDC were. He completed my face, I searched for his arm of
wristbands and bracelets.
Interruption: a rhythmic vibration derailed my focus. The
nameless number was familiar, so I decided Tony’s arm piece could wait.
In my effort to eschew this obvious play-by-play, I’ll cut
to the meaty words.
We would like to offer
you the position.
Wow.
The remedy to my worry, a worry that bogged me down the
majority of an unprecedented summer at the new house. That worry was occultly
lifted upon position. For once, my
interminable neck pain was interrupted. At that moment, I didn’t even notice
the interruption. It was so smooth, so quick and, in retrospect, so palpable
that I’m sure I could stroke it to life on canvas. I couldn’t have predicted
such an interruption.
The proverbial tear rolled down from cheek, to jaw, to
grass. Then another, and a couple more after that. Tears of relief.
I got off the phone, wiped the wet relief from the screen,
and carried a smile that beamed with elation. The fact that Tony was there to
share it with me made it all the merrier.
My life rollercoaster is going up!
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