Last Friday was Weird

Dec 18, 2008 19:07

Not just because it took me 135 minutes to drive home, either.

Years ago I bumped into the prof who taught my Portfolio class. He said he was expanding his studio and offered me a job. I thought about it for a bit and decided it was an extremely lateral move, and the devil you know (etc). Ever since then, though, I've had it in the back of my mind that if things ever fall apart in my current job, I might talk to my old prof and switch fields.

Fast-forward to last week.
My closest co-worker just found out that her internship (her other job) in a local interior design firm will end soon, and they won't be able to hire her on. And I thought, hey, I know this guy with his own studio, he doesn't do exactly the same thing, but it's close, and he does use the same software. I should call him and see if I can get my friend an interview.

So I searched for his studio to find his phone number and discovered... he's dead.

He died more than two years ago. Actually, he died less than a month after I met his wife to pick up the negatives from our wedding photos.

real life, work

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