So after battling another rough night with minimal sleep I put on my heels and headed to a job interview. One of the very few I have had considering my pathetic, annoying, really hated lovely photography job is up at the end of this week. Yay! I had a good gut feeling about this place. I didn’t feel the weight of Bill on my shoulders as I pulled in the parking lot. I was doing good till I got out of the truck and began walking to the door and giving myself a pep talk. I heard it off across the street….the dinging. Can I make it 5 fucking steps in my life without a memory pelting me in the face? The answer here is apparently no.
It was last year at this time and Bill and I had to run into the pharmacy. We pulled in the parking lot and I bounced around in my seat clapping my hands. The ding ding man is out! It is officially the holidays! Bill looked at me, quite used to my outbursts, and asked what the hell a ding ding man was. You know, the man from the Salvation Army that stands outside the stores to collect change during the holidays with the red kettle and the bell that goes ”ding ding”. He just laughed and I jumped out of the truck and we headed into the store. Bill got change with his purchase and turned to hand it to me. OK, holiday dork, want to give the change to the ding ding man? Of course I did.
Every time he went into a store that had a ding ding man last season he would dig in his pockets for the change and text me to say how it reminded him of me when I wasn’t next to him. Made him smile every time. He also proceeded to make fun of me often for this. He was just as much a holiday dork too so it made us laugh. Does he think about it this year? Does it stop him in his tracks?
Well, the fucking ding ding men are back out and instead of my normal joy, I stopped dead in my tracks and saw him smiling at me, that memory slamming together like it was yesterday. I know the holidays are going to be brutal. It is just the beginning of what I’m going to have to push aside. So I left the memory at the door and went to attack another interview.
Good luck! I’m sure you rocked it!
The memories are worse when you aren’t expecting them. I can mentally prepare myself for certain things, but sometimes, when you’re finally focused on other things, they pop up and bite ya in the butt.
You are so right! I’m prepared for so many things to pop up but those unexpected things suck. And I think I rocked the itnerview but I’m so afraid to get excited. I’ll know by thursday. Till then I think I will clean:)