Thursday, February 7, 2008

Propinquity

Today is my last day of work. I'm feeling pretty good about it and I'm looking forward to starting something new. I had an interview this morning for another job. It went well.

The company was called The Hammer and The Healer and they asked me to be there for 10:00am. Their offices are located on the 89th floor of the Universal Building downtown. I'd never heard of these guys before but was anxious to get on with Construction Management.

I was escorted into a round conference room and was asked to sit before a panel of interviewers. The board room table was made of cinnamon bark and was stiched together with some kind of twine. I'd never seen anything like it. The artwork was colourful and framed in wood from pear trees and rose bushes. There were small, smooth stones and pebbles in the centre of the table and Hope was there.

I don't know how she ended up working for this construction company but I was a little offended. I wonder if the other interviewers knew that I caught her making out with Death on my couch last week; geez. I decided it was best not to say anything about that as I really wanted this job. She spoke first actually. She asked for her special glasses back.

I took them off and she was right, my eyes had adjusted and I could see just as well without them as when I was wearing them. I looked over to the windows and saw that they were framed with words of wisdom; a perfect vista for that wide sky.

One of the guys asked if I was comfortable, and then started. "We've taken a look at your resume and see you've included a lot of construction management experience here."

"Yes, yes, I have. That's what I am; a project manager; that's who I am; a manger, of things."

"Oh, you know that's so strange. We just don't see it. Do you remember what Angeles Arrien said once?"

"Ah, um, no, no idea."

"She said 'never hide your green hair - they can see it anyway.' You see Mrs. Backs, we think you have more to offer than this management stuff. We think you are an artist and a lover, a mother and a child. We think you love words and letters and clocks and watches. We truly believe that you think in shapes and colours; we see your moods and your madness and we'd love to have you here. How are you with multi taksing?"

"Oh, I am very, very good at multi tasking, you wouldn't really believe it. I truly am a star when it comes to multi tasking. Basically, I function by multi tasking all the time, whether I'm at home or at work, I'm all over it."

"That's really too bad."

"Um, oh?"

"You see for this job, you need to focus on only one thing. What do these pebbles here, in the centre of the table remind you of?"

"Um, aggregate; say a two inch minus?"

"You mean they don't make you think of how something so rough can emerge so smooth? They don't make you think of the power of the sea? They don't bring the taste of salt to the back of your tongue?"

"Come to think of it, they do. When I look at them I hear a trickle. You're right.

"That's good, very good. How are you with deadlines and spreadsheets? How do you handle stress?"

"I'm excellent with deadlines and spreadsheets, I work best under pressure."

"Again, that's really too bad. To work at The Hammer and The Healer you'll need to forget about deadlines and you'll need to be stress free. You'll need to learn to find peace and balance and you'll need to cleanse the soils in which these weeds are growing." You'll need to find joy and feel it. You will need to rest when you need to and walk when you can. You will need to heal yourself.

"When can I start?"

"You already have."


10 comments:

Anonymous said...

My god, you are a beautiful writer...

Anonymous said...

you've gotten out so much here, what a blessing...now... it's time to heal. it's time to treat yourself like that newborn baby you held in your arms 18 months ago. it's time to look at your skin and touch it and feel how soft and tender it is. how it smells...how when you stroke it you can feel little tiny bumps that let you know you are feeling. it's time to look into your eyes and say my god all the endless beauty that i have seen. it's time to take your hand and walk with yourself down into the sand and marvel at the sun...Eat it! lOve it! love everything in one big GuLP! hug the universe with your mind and heal it with your soul. and it's time to forgive yourself and others for knowing and not knowing, for hurting and not hurting...you are that baby treice. you are beautiful and full of life...live it! EaT iT!!!
i lOve yOu!

Anonymous said...

Lovely stuff, suitable for framing -- by which I mean, very cinematic.

Any possibility of more? Crazy thought! But I wouldn't mind a bit more, actually.

Soressa said...

Of all the people I know, you are a prime candidate for this ginormous position on the 89th floor. I can already see you up there, taking charge of all aspects of your multifaceted being and harnessing your tremendous creative energy. Channeling it into a fine, delicate stream, loving yourself with the kind of intensity you've lavished on Max. If the job require less multi-tasking and more singular focus you will achieve that because you are a fabulous high-achieve and you can put that quality to work here. Right now.
Love you.

Soressa said...

P.S. So much for proof reading - "high achiever" I should say:)

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kelly said...

You are the greatest writer I have read in a long while. You make me proud to having been chosen to share your life. I love you deeply

Anonymous said...

Wow HOw do you come up with this stuff. Awesome! Me and my dad have really enjoyed the poetry of your life. No matter what anyone says it is whole and full and worth every moment. Love you lots
Miche

Anonymous said...

Oh Treice, you are so beautiful and strong. There is no other like you.
You make me cry, make me think, make me love you.
All of us are meshing together to add to your remarkable strenght, and you will prevail.
How can you not?
Georgette