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The strength of conviction
At one point in my adult life, I fell into a rather dark hole. One symptom of trouble was, I let myself drop all contact with every one of my female friends. It took a year of therapy and then some more therapy to wend my way out of the hole. I'm sad to say most of the GFs I lost are unreachable now. But at least I can say I found new ones.
As a female friend, I'm not much of a catch - I forget to return calls and I give terrible advice - but I make every effort to love them as they deserve, and I think I'm getting the hang of friendship again.
I only mention because one GF called last week and exhorted me to apply for this particular job. We're talking a high-profile, corner office job! I barely qualify for it. Yet on the strength of her conviction, as well as a deep-seated need to commit insane acts of bureaucracy, I've delved into the archive for one of my resumes and am taking a chance.
As a female friend, I'm not much of a catch - I forget to return calls and I give terrible advice - but I make every effort to love them as they deserve, and I think I'm getting the hang of friendship again.
I only mention because one GF called last week and exhorted me to apply for this particular job. We're talking a high-profile, corner office job! I barely qualify for it. Yet on the strength of her conviction, as well as a deep-seated need to commit insane acts of bureaucracy, I've delved into the archive for one of my resumes and am taking a chance.
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