Last week I wrote about the pain I was feeling over losing my friend Liz’s presence on the selling floor.
I think I am a sage.
Mere hours after writing about Liz, I was graced with her presence on the selling floor.
Like a mirage in the desert that is my retail hell, I thought I saw my friend. No, that isn’t possible…I mean she lives in Sydney now.
“Hi Ben”.
Holy crap! It WAS Liz.
Like a fading southern belle in a movie from the mid-40s, I was weak kneed and had to hold on to a table for support.
“What…huh…how…you…here…floor. LIZ?”
“Hi Ben”.
It was at this point I wanted to close my eyes and to leap…I was ready to try, defying gravity. Nothing was going to bring me down; the hell that was my day was instantly forgotten with Liz’s arrival.
“I’m so happy…is it really you?”
Turns out, it was. She was in town for the weekend and thought it best to drop in and visit. I think that was an amazing idea. After a brief reunion tour of the selling floor, Liz was off to see her family.
You could say that I had been changed for the better that day. Because I saw her, I was changed for good.
I was even nice to jerk customers.
How does this warrant it’s own article? Well, the day that Liz was spotted was also the day that The Weekly went on sale. It was the edition of The Weekly that was home to Liz’s first article for the pinnacle of the Australian magazine industry.
She is now not only my hero, but a famous writer. I am now even more inspired to get out and get my journo job.
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