Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Interlocking-Circles Factor

Apparently, I'm growing into a San Francisco native. I've been here long enough — and know enough people — that I'm starting to randomly run into people who know someone I know.

Case in point: we started our new ceramics session this week, and the four newbies started chatting with each other about their jobs and such as they were stamping their slabs with random textures. One of them said she worked in the marketing department for one of our clients, so I perked up and mentioned that I worked at BW. About 10 minutes later, one of the other newbs comes up to me and mentions the name of one of my coworkers — in fact, one of the girls on my shift. Turns out, it was my coworker's ex-roommate. They'd lived together for at least a year (I think?), I'd heard the stories about her, and now here she was looking me in the face.

Life is funny like that.

In other news: my birthday is this Thursday, and I'm spending the night before and the night after celebrating with drunken revelry. If you want to join in, and haven't already received an invite, shoot me an email and I'll let you know the details.

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