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Julie Russell
I don't so much notice synchronicity when
it happens, as label it later when I remember how one event
somehow led magically to another, and everything just lined up
to make my particular desire come to life.
For
instance, in mid-October I decided it was time to get a job. I was four months pregnant and living rent-free with my
boyfriend, but I was tired of not earning money, tired of
watching my savings account balance go down, down, down; and
really, I needed something to do with my abundance of free
time. I was going
crazy. I was
driving my boyfriend crazy.
He told me to get a job.
I told him to take a long walk off a short pier.
A day later I apologized to him and said yes, I did
need a job. I
needed a job for money, sure, but I really needed a job for my
sanity.
I started a mental list of what I wanted
in a job. Something
part-time, ideally three days a week with the option to work
from home. Something in technology that I could almost do in
my sleep. I
wanted to work with a small team of people I had worked with
previously. Lastly,
I wanted the office to be located in downtown San Francisco.
I started dropping hints with people I
knew that I was looking for a job.
I got one bite right away, but it wasn't what I had in
mind. Then, a few
days later an email landed in my In Box and I saw it.
I saw my job.
What this company needed was me - my
skills, my experience, and my knowledge.
Anthony, a previous coworker, had posted this job.
I didn't think much about it, I just emailed him to say
I was interested and attached my resume.
I spent a few minutes researching this
company and realized I knew five people out of ten that worked
there. The people
I knew there were smart, talented, and definitely team
players.
The next day Anthony called me and asked
me to come to a meeting - not with his boss - but with a
vendor they were considering.
Since this vendor would have a direct impact on my
potential position, they wanted me there.
I arrived for the meeting and first met
Craig, the founder of the company.
We spent about five minutes talking about my technical
background, and the rest talking about Be Real Magazine and a
charter high school he was helping to build.
It was more like having coffee with a friend than an
interview.
My future team walked into the meeting
with the vendor, and after brief introductions I waited to see
who would lead the show.
Nobody jumped in, so I picked up the ball and ran with
it. I knew
exactly what to ask the vendor - it's what I'd been doing for
the last four years!
At the end of the meeting, the vendor
asked who he would work with from our team.
"It seems like we'd be working with Julie?"
he asked. One of
my friends on our team grinned and piped up, "I vote for
Julie."
Laughter filled the room, baffling the
vendor. Craig
grinned and said, "I just met Julie an hour before this
meeting."
Although I wasn't sure I had the job for
two more weeks, I came in a couple more times to meet with the
vendor and with Craig. Finally
I just called him and asked, "Are you going to hire
me?" Yes,
they were, but he could only afford a part-time position,
would that work for me? Absolutely!
Finally, before signing, I had to admit to
my future boss that I was pregnant.
I wasn't showing yet, and even people who'd known me
for a while would conclude that I was just gaining weight.
I didn't want to tell him because I figured it would
signal the end of my ideal job...but Craig surprised me again.
"Really?" he responded, "That's
wonderful news!" I
couldn't believe my luck.
And did I mention...the office is located
in downtown San Francisco, that is, when I'm not working from
home?
Now, after a fabulous five-month stint in
my synchronicity-wrapped job, I am waiting patiently for the
arrival of my new little someone who will occupy my time.
I want to return to my job, but I’m not sure if they
still need me, or if I will need them.
I’m doing my best to rely on the miracles of
synchronicity these days because it's so easy for me to fill
my hormone-intensified brain with worry upon worry until I
lose my normal abundance of faith that everything will work
out on its own.
Hormones notwithstanding, by some miracle
we have a new issue of Be Real Magazine for you!
The Synchronicity issue was one of the most arduous,
glacier-paced issues ever.
As always, though, it worked out.
Our writers and editors labored on their stories to
show you how synchronicity has impacted their lives and I'm
extremely proud of all of them! Read the stories in this issue
and find out how rubber bands, feathers, keychains, public
television, guided imagery, grandmothers, birds, waitresses,
and God all factor in to the great big meaning of
Synchronicity.
One last thing, since my baby is due any
second now, it will be a bit longer than usual before we have
a new issue out. Never fear we'll definitely be back. We have reset the due dates for future issue submissions to
“TBD” which means that we just want you to keep sending
submissions until we say otherwise!
all the best,
Julie
Russell
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Be Real Magazine
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