I once worked at a place that had such high turnover that they had started waiting three months before ordering a new employee a name plate for their office. I think I've recently adopted this policy myself.
Lately I have been referring to this guy as "this guy." Actually, he noted, I've referred to him in a variety of ways on my blog.
But he has sort of kind of somewhat did I say sort of (cautious? twitchy? me?) become an actual person in my life lately. As he pointed out this morning when I added him to an Evite for a friend's party - he's moved up from +1 status to having a name. Ha.
And, barring unforeseen calamitous behaviour, will continue to be a person in my life, at least for another month, at which point he moves to NY.
Somehow, this is perfect for right now. It's easy to avoid people who are leaving. But it's also easy to get involved. Like, he's leaving so this is safe. It can be really fun and feel great, and we can be totally open and candid with the safety of a built-in end. We chatted very frankly about this the other night.
With my peripatetic upbringing, we were always leaving somewhere. You knew at the outset that you'd only know people for a year or two, four at the most. And so you attached quickly. And detached and moved on just as quickly.
I used to be great at that. I used to be so good at having a person in my life in the here and now and then walking away without looking back.
At some point I realized that the people who mattered, those people stayed in my life. No matter how much time goes by, we will always pick up where we left off. Maude, for example who I know from when I was born. She lives in England but we still see each other. Same with my high school crony Kris who lives in Paris. To name a couple very long-standing friendships.
Somewhere along the way, though, I lost that letting go without a twinge ability. I value people more, I think. I share more of myself than I used to. The ones I really let in get into my heart and my soul.
Wow - this is not where I thought I was going with this! Which is hardly a surprise to anyone.
On a side bar, a college friend and I used to write papers together sometimes. Not collaboratively, just writing side by side. She'd make an outline; she knew where she was starting and where she was ending. And I'd just sit down and write.
I was always so impressed with her ability to line it all up before she started. Because how, I wondered, how did she know where she was going before she began? How did she know how it was going to wind up before she was immersed in the middle? How how how?
And she couldn't understand how I could just write without these things. How could I even start if I didn't know the middle or the end? But it seems to be the only way I can do things. I have to see how it feels along the way.
So to end this wending post. . .I'm not sure what to call him.
I could call him The Director, which is how Betty and some of my friends have referred to him since we met working on the 48-hour film. We were driving back from wineries on Saturday and I called Betty to see if she was home so we could stop by, but she was just on her way out the door.
She said, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I would love to meet your director!"
My director. Heh. He's possibly one of the least directorial men in my life ever. As I've said before, he doesn't have an agenda. He's just plain nice. It's refreshing. I'm not sure what it says about me that I generally attract and am attracted to control freaks, but that's a bit much to delve into now.
He doesn't mind how I refer to him - I get to choose. He doesn't mind what I write, as long as it's not some kind of big weird surprise news to him. This is fair.
So I might call him The Director. I quite like it.
Oh, and for the title of the post - apologies to Shakespeare. And a nod to the Coen Brothers.
I just ran across a quote I jotted down at some point:ReplyDelete
Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it's a mountain.
My thinking tends to follow that random path towards some end... but when I write papers, I have to have an outline. Without one, I tend to wander off on random tangents.
You always have good quotes! My problem is that I'm terrible at outlines. It's a skill I never learned. My papers were always really good, but I had to work to pare them down and keep on task. Which is probably why I love my blog so much - I can be as random and go off on as many tangents as I want!ReplyDelete
I like the wending, random stuff. Thank goodness none of us are getting graded on our writings here in the blogosphere.ReplyDelete
I can't even follow a meeting agenda - how could I be expected to write creatively from an outline?
Now to the important stuff - This is the guy in the picture with the tequila shots, right?
The guy who heard second hand that you were liking his look on the open mike?
Hubba. Hubba. And all that.
G&D - Truthfully, I have no idea. It hasn't been very long. I'm just having a nice time liking him and being liked back. NY is not too far, though.ReplyDelete
DCup - Thanks. I like the wending, random stuff as well, both to write and to read. Yes, this is the guy I talked about on the microphone. But no, the guy in the pictures is not the same guy - he's one of the actors.
I'm a romantic, until I read otherwise, you and the Director Dude will live happily every after!ReplyDelete
HKW - Oh, you definitely are a romantic! That's very sweet.ReplyDelete
New York is overrated, especially as it lacks a certain... LemonGloria?ReplyDelete
That's what I have to say. Hmph!
Dagny - Hmph - so funny and so sweet! Hey - he's from NJ - you two could bond!ReplyDelete