Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Popcorn Popping

When I first moved to New York, my uncle got me a few sessions with a job coach, Belinda. Belinda is a classic New Yorker, forthright and fast talking. She's very astute, and I took a lot from those sessions.

When we talked about me getting a job, she would say, "Let me know when something pops", and, "Shoot me an email if anything pops".

James and I have both been working hard for the (almost) 4 years we've lived here, and he's worked his way into an especially great place. He's tapped into a large group of motivated, well-connected people, and he's just working up a storm*.

Watching him is like waiting for microwave popcorn. All the gears are in motion, and it's just a matter of time before everything starts popping.


*I suppose I ought to make it clear** that he and I are both very much in the "paying our dues" part of life. Which translates to: no money for this work.

**I ought to make this clear so none of you start hitting us up for loans.

5 comments:

  1. Letter I was just composing:

    Dear Valerie,

    Do you think you could spot me a fiv.... Oh. Um. Nevermind.

    Love, Rachel

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  2. Aw geez. Well, you're there, too. You just can't see it yet. It's gonna be all boom! Popcorn everywhere! You'll be Staypuff Marshmallow Man size and made of popcorn.

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  3. Rachel,

    I'll be happy to loan you that $5 when I get your promised check for One Million Dollars.

    James,

    I think you may have let that analogy get the better of you.

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  4. Why is that, that some of the hardest, most rewarding work comes with no money attached? I have yet to understand this paradox. It will probably become clear about the time my own kernels begin to burst.

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  5. the girl next to james in the last photo looks like Starla, the business model

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