When I interviewed for my current job a number of years ago I was answering questions from a panel of six or seven stone-faced people. It was very, very scary. Christina was the only person on the whole panel that nodded her head when I talked when I gave my nervous answers. She also smiled at me as if what was coming out of my mouth wasn’t pure gibberish. She was my Happy Place in the interview.
Friday, when I discovered that I didn’t pass, I sent Christina a text message and she fully accepted my down-trodden messages first thing in the morning. When I got to school I found a hot chocolate and nice note about egg nog milkshakes (I will be sampling my first this year!) waiting for me.
I’m glad that I got my job all those years ago because having a friend that can be a Happy Place feels good.
