Eeeek, I’m starting my new job today. I’m really nervous. I just hope it works out. I’m in a much better place than I was in back in August when I started my last job, so I’m hoping that’s a sign of good things to come.
Speaking of signs, Jay and I set out for a Valentine’s Day lunch at our favorite sushi place on Monday afternoon. When we got there, we discovered that they’re normally closed on Mondays but were making an exception for V-Day dinner. So, we set out for another preferred restaurant. When we got to restaurant #2, we discovered it was a 90-minute wait if you didn’t have a reservation. At this point, we were feeling a bit dejected, unable to agree on where to go next. We were pretty much resigned to go home when I relented and agreed to go to one of Jay’s first alternative suggestions, which was Five Guys. I wasn’t in the mood for burgers, but it’s the Five Guys that we went to on the day we met, so I thought it would be nice to do it on V-Day.
As we were fininishing our meal (during which I talked about how anxious I was feeling about the new job), these four fellow diners came up to us and asked if they could sing a song for us. We said, “Of course!” and they proceeded to sing this sweet little ditty:
They reminded me so much of my grandpa that I can’t help but wonder if maybe it was his or the Universe’s way of saying hello and not to worry. Third restaurant choice, third job within one year’s time. Ya know. We wouldn’t have encountered them if we hadn’t ended up here by chance.
Or it could have just been another one of life’s meaningless coincidences. I hope I’m right, though. Either way, it put a smile on my face. Thanks, gentlemen.
