If you are bored and haven’t heard of the Missed Connections section of craigslist, then the former problem will find cure in the discovery of the latter.
Believe it or not, I, Jessica Howen, was recently a missed connection. Someone missed connecting with me. It was a very bizarre experience. Here’s the story:
Last week, at our first weekly Sunday Brunch of Roommates, I was telling Erin and Meg how I had a terrible time going to Ikea recently. As I was recounting the episode, Meg silently reached for her computer and typed a few lines. After my rantings, she read a posting that described a girl waiting for the Ikea shuttle. The same day and time. The same clothes. SO WEIRD to hear yourself anonymously described on the internet. And what’s more, he described himself (32-yr-old Asian with black t-shirt), and I remember him. Not for any particular reason, but because only four of us got on the shuttle. He was such an insignificant part of my experience that day, a sketch in the backdrop. It was strange to know that I caught someone’s eye to the point that he would go home and post it on an online forum. He didn’t necessarily express a desire to meet up, but just that he admired me, and “wished [he] had the guts to ask me to have some coffee and one of those Ikea chocolate desserts.” So cute.
Well anyway, that was my missed connection. Who knows what sort of romantic saga would have ensued if he “had the guts” to actually connect with me over coffee and chocolate confection? But in reality, I probably just missed out a real awkward interaction.
Other News: I was hired to be hostess at a really charming place called Watty & Meg (you can google it). This was my second week, and I have already started training as a server. Today was my first day of such training, actually, and it was super busy. Well, let me rephrase: training, or “trailing” as they say in the biz, at Watty & Meg means telling you that you will be shadowing another seasoned employee, observing what they do, but in actuality, the seasoned employee simply gives you things to do in which you have not received any instruction, and so there is nothing to do but to bumble through and ask questions/receive criticism after you make mistakes. But really, I love it there. The staff is great, the place is beautiful, and the food is something you can believe in. Plus I have met some very interesting customers. I like the strategy, problem-solving, and multi-tasking that serving requires. It’s hard on the feet, certainly, but not on the mind.