The thing about meeting new potential friends is that you never know who might stick. It’s like dating.
“The next guy you meet could be Prince Charming,” someone might say. And you may want to strangle that person, not just for the cliché but because more often than not he’s not Prince Charming. But it’s a cliché for a reason, and one day the PC himself really could walk through that door.
That’s how it is with friends. Take this encounter, which took place at an Ugly Sweater Party not long ago.
“Rachel, I want you to meet my friend,” an old college acquaintance said. “She just moved here from New York, where she worked in publishing.”
The friend—let’s call her Chelsea—and I got to talking. I picked her brain about the book world, she politely fielded my crazy. Eventually she mentioned she was in the job market.
“There may be a position at my office,” I told her. I knew a coworker was leaving but wasn’t sure if she’d been replaced yet.
“That’d be fantastic,” she said.
When I left, Chelsea told me to keep her posted about the job. This would prove difficult since she didn’t give me any of her contact information and I’d forgotten to ask.
On Monday morning a few days later, I was on the hunt for a new girl date (and I’d heard the job was still available) so I tracked Chelsea down on Facebook. “The position’s still open, so if you’re interested definitely send me your resume,” I wrote. “Also, would you be up for getting dinner sometime soon?”
Here’s how the rest of the week went:
Tuesday: Email from Chelsea. “I got an interview! It’s on Thursday. Now I need to pick your brain at dinner.”
Wednesday: Girl date. Sushi. Work talk (mine and hers). Fun! Friend? I hope so.
Thursday afternoon: Email from Chelsea. “The interview went well! Fingers crossed.”
Thursday night: Another email. “I got the job! See you tomorrow.”
Friday morning: I arrive at my desk to see Chelsea sitting across from me. “Hey neighbor!” I say. We get to work.
And that is the story of how two girls went from strangers to coworkers (and cubicle neighbors) in the course of a week.
I know that this is an unusual tale. A case of the stars aligning and all that. But it’s true. It happened. And I share it with you to say: All the botched girl-dates and awkward encounters are worth it. You can’t give up because, when you least expect it, sometimes things work out.