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« on: June 29, 2011, 12:53:49 PM »
If I wasn't me I'd want to punch myself in the face for being too damn lucky.
Around the end of September last year I was getting sick of my job. I was awesome at it but kept being told not to do things that I found easy because nobody else in my department was able to do them and we couldn't, as a business, offer inconsistant service. I get the feeling somebody got sick of customers always asking for jobs to be booked in for me specifically to do.
My girlfriend at the time also decided she wanted to take a holiday during the January holidays, a period when it was impossible for me to get time off work. So, with those two things combined I resolved to quit at the end of the year. Two weeks later a job was advertised in the paper for a computer technician. It was a business I'd dealt with before, I had a friend that worked there and the manager was one of my regular customers. That evening said manager came into the store to buy a few things, so I mentioned the ad and discovered that the job was to replace my friend who'd found another job. I put in an application, had an hour-long interview and started part time the following Monday, working around my shifts in my existing job because I didn't want to leave them in the lurch. It ended up being four years to the day that I'd been working there. A pleasing symmetry. The January holiday was even organised. Lucky break number one.
Flash forward 6 months. My girlfriend dumped me, saying I seemed to want the relationship more than she did which is not a very subtle way of saying "I don't want this relationship." This conversation happened during the week between performance weekends of the play we were both in, too, so we went into the final performances with a fresh breakup that we were keeping secret from the rest of the cast because the last thing you need in the dramatic arts is extra drama.
Lacking a place to live and lacking time to find one, I asked an old friend of mine who I knew had previously had a spare room if I could crash with her for a few weeks. She was fine with it. When I say old friend I mean we've known eachother since she was born, we went to high school together (during which I had a bit of a crush on her) and we've basically had eachothers backs whenever things have gone wrong.
A few weeks turned into a couple of months, I forgot all about my ex and the old bit of a crush returned...and before Night Owl starts screaming "friend zone" - I'm now dating my high school crush and and working in the job I wanted when I left high school. It's only taken me a decade.