You might think from the title that this post was about someone who called the wrong number in the middle of the night. But it's not.
Or maybe it was a random call from one of those poor souls who feed their families by working as telemarketers.... Nope. Not that either.
Instead, I talked by phone this week with a friend from high school that I'm pretty sure I haven't even seen since we walked down the aisle to Pomp & Circumstance in our blue gowns and mortarboards. The title words were hers and they were exactly right: after this many years, we don't really know each other anymore. But we're about to find out, because I'm going to meet up with her in a couple weeks when I happen to be in her city.
Her question has really made me think these last few days. Who am I really? What's different about me since high school...? Since college...? Since I moved to California 6 years ago? What's different about me since last week?
I am not good at answers to these kinds of questions on the spot. This is why I fear interviews. I can always think of good answers to questions with time, so if I can anticipate the questions, all is well. Out of the blue? I come up with the perfect answer approximately the next Wednesday. But the good questions do percolate in my mind.
This one's been fun to think about. I may have a few things to say about the answers ... when I get around to figuring out what they are.
-- Originally posted at: http://rebeccasmiscellanies.blogspot.com/