A year ago, I was in the Berkshires with Keithers, enjoying an extended weekend. From his place, we drove to Saratoga Springs, to visit our old campus and go to some old haunts. We watched the DNC, and when that was over, watched McCain annouce Palin as his VP pick.

I was actually on my way up there. I got a call from the staffing agency I’d submitted my resume to and interviewed at the week before. “The Company likes your resume,” the woman told me. “If they want you, would you be available to start next week?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, throwing the phone back onto the passenger seat, and expecting nothing to come of it. In all my job hunting experiences, I’ve never had lot with temp agencies and most of them are scams.

Two days later, she called me back “The company wants you to come in next week. I know you’re on vacation, so can you start on Wednesday?” (the following Monday was Labor Day).

I agreed, thrilled, because job hunting sucks and temp work was better than nothing.

An hour later she called back: “The company REALLY needs you to start on Tuesday? Do you think you could do that?”

Beggers can’t be choosers, so despite my annoyance, I came home a day early, and showed up on Tuesday.

(For the record, they were not expecting me on Tuesday. Thanks a lot, Staffing Agency Lady)

A year later, I am still here (and no longer a temp) and that phone call remains one of the best things that could have happened to me (especially at the time). My worst day here is 1,000x than my best day at the Job-That-Wasn’t.