B-I-N-G-O

I didn't get the job at the ad agency.

Here's the surprising thing (okay, beside the other surprising thing...that I didn't get the job at the ad agency), I am disappointed, but not over the top. I was standing in my kitchen when I got the call on Friday afternoon at 4:30pm...note to hiring managers? Don't call the unlucky loser on a Friday afternoon to deliver the bad news. Personally, I think lowering the BOOM (and that's a clever reference to the ad agency that passed me up, by the way...) can wait until 8:30 on Monday morning, for heaven's sake. But that's just me.

Oh, so back to the Friday afternoon call.

After I received the ('we're going in a different direction') call on Friday afternoon, I admit, my first instinct was to be in a really bad mood OR a really sad mood. Or possibly both. But, since Friday is always Pizza- And-a-Movie-Night at my house...I knew that sad or bad just wasn't going to work.

Damn. Because sad and mad has worked for me in the past.

So, here's what I had to do. I had to think about it. Then I had to briefly run through what happened, just to be sure I had not purposefully screwed it up. Then I had to think about it a little more. And then I had to let it go. And then? I had to hang up the phone and walk out of the kitchen.

Wow. The whole Kubler-Ross grief thing in 90 seconds or less.

And that night, hours later as I climbed into my big bed with my snoring dog, I still didn't feel sad or mad.

Here's the thing. Maybe it wasn't meant to be this time. Maybe it was all simply preparation for something else. Maybe it wasn't the right fit. Okay, maybe I repelled them, but let's not go there. But maybe, just maybe, it wasn't meant to be. Or not to be. I guess that's the question? (Hee hee. Sometimes Shakespeare makes me smile.) But all I know is that I was at square one the other day. All of the gloom and doom of Zen-like heartbreak was closing in again, and it seemed so ready to rear its' ugly and powerful head. And then to not get the job? Wow. All I needed was to have a wicked fight with a best friend, and you have a hat trick, folks. It could have been a bad place.

But for some reason, square one didn't last long. Square one was followed by a wonderful day at the water park with a dying friend. Square one was followed by speaking the truth. Square one was followed by a helping a hottie photographer friend in Greenville, SC. Square one was followed by Natalie and Charlotte running around the backyard with Glo-Sticks and sparklers at a rocking fun End of the Summer Party. Suddenly square one wasn't alone. And since it wasn't alone, it didn't hold the power anymore.

Square one was joined by "B-53, G-28, I-19" and all of the rest of the stuff that keeps me moving forward and at peace with myself. And now? Square one? B-I-N-G-O.

I guess it's all how you look at it.