About six years ago, I was volunteering with my church's youth group (which is what I still do to this day...and it doesn't surprise people when they hear I do) and a young woman I never met before randomly showed-up and was interested in helping-out. We got to talking, and she told me that she did publicity for books.
Shortly after, I went to a book signing...Maria Shriver (I love Maria Shriver! Maria Shriver is smart and funny and beautiful and the fact that we live in a world where a girl like Maria Shriver is cheated-on by her husband just makes me shake my head) was signing her new self-help book. I told her I wasn't sure what I was doing with my life...I was newly graduated and freaking-out.
Maria told me not to freak-out...what I was feeling what completely normal and that everything was going to be okay.
I thanked her and told her how pretty her hair looked (it was curly that day.)
The next day, I was checking for jobs on MediaBistro.com and came across a posting for a book publicity company whose clients included Maria Shriver.
The contact for this job?
WAS THE YOUNG WOMAN I JUST MET IN CHURCH!
Everything started to make sense.
Maria Shriver TOLD me everything was going to be okay, and then there was her in, in a job posting for a position I was most certainly qualified for, with the contact being somebody I had met in church. (A sign from God if there ever was one!)
I emailed the woman and reminded her of who I was.
I was certain this was it.
I envisioned my new cubicle.
The woman wrote back and told me that the position had sadly been filled.
Okay, didn't this girl GET it? Didn't she know about all the signs? Maria Shriver TOLD me everything was going to be okay and I was intent on MAKING everything okay!
Last week, I was sitting behind this girl in church. She had never come back to volunteer with the kids after that one time and I hadn't seen her since.
I was wondering if this was another sign...if I was supposed to talk to her, remind her of who I was (probably freak her out).
Maybe she had a great job for me or a really nice guy to introduce me to! (I am in the market for both!)
I didn't say anything, but I will...next time.
If I get another sign.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I was named after Diana. I was up in the wee small hours of the morning on April 29th. I feel like I grew-up with William and Harry, have that extra-special kinship in that I also lost a parent as a teenager, and I care about them both.
That sad...I think this cover of Newsweek is in horrible taste and I don't understand who thought it was a good idea.
Inside the magazine, you can see what Di's Facebook page might have looked like. (She "is now friends" with Camilla and Prince Charles "likes" this. I really, really wish I was making this up.)
I think it's incredibly sad and I think that, as thick-skinned as I am sure Prince William and Prince Harry have gotten over the years...it has to hurt to see it.
Here's one Di who does not approve...