Late Friday afternoon, I received a very interesting email. It was from someone who works with someone who knows someone I worked with in the past (Let’s leave it at that for now) who, apparently, had positive things to say about me (Go figure). As a result, the individual sending the email wanted to inquire about my interest in writing for an upcoming project. Now, to be fair, I have fielded similar offers in the past but have turned them down for several reasons, the chiefest being timing – not just so far as I was concerned but as regarded the property as well. Initially, I was going to politely decline the offer but, as I began to mull things over, I started to realize what a great opportunity this could be. And then, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this opportunity wouldn’t merely be great. It would be downright fantastic – and not just for yours truly. Alas, I can’t say anymore as things are very hush-hush, but if my conversation with this individual goes well on Monday, he gets on board with my idea, and the rest of the pieces fall into place, we could look forward to an awesome announcement before year’s end.
Pretty cryptic, no?
But trust me. You’re gonna love it!
To those of you who don’t read the comments section of this blog (for shame!) and may have missed it…
I’m not sure if my lower back pain is actually better or if it’s simply a matter of my getting fed up and choosing to ignore it, but I haven’t given it much thought lately. It’s still there to a certain degree but I’ve elected to ignore it, chiefly because I had a hip x-ray done last week and I assumed that, if there was a problem, the doctor would have contacted me when she received the results. I mean, if the situation was dire, someone would have gotten back to me, right? Well, that was my thinking and I had all but put it out of my mind when – I received a phone call last night. It was the local clinic. The doctor wanted me to go in and discuss the results of my x-ray. They could make room for me immediately.
Immediately? Holy shit!
I threw on a sweater, jumped into my car, and drove over. I checked in and the receptionist informed me the doctor would be right with me. I didn’t have to wait long. Within five minutes, I was directed into the office where I sat and considered every worst-case scenario. Finally, the doctor walked in, file in hand. I was ready for the bad news. What she said next was the last thing I expected to hear:
“What can I do for you?”she asked.
I stared back uncertainly. “Uh, you asked me to come in.” Then, off her blank look: “For my x-ray results?”
She seemed genuinely surprised and immediately consulted my file. A quick perusal and she informed me: “Oh, these look great. You’re fine.”
Far be it for me to complain about receiving good news but COME ON! Imagine if they weren’t able to squeeze me in and, instead, scheduled me to come in sometime next week! Hell, by Monday most of you would have been the proud owners of all of my worldly possessions.