Published December 18, 2008

It never ceases to amaze me what a small world it is. My mother called me up and said a temp at her work had asked if she knew me (same name and all), and it turns out he’s a temp I had to train up at my last job when leaving for this one.

When she said he worked with me for two days over there, I immediately said his name, and she confirmed it. If he remembers me and I remember his name, we must have made quite an impression on each other. I can barely remember my own name sometimes.

This just reminds me of when one of the favourite teachers at my school left. She went to work at a school over 50 miles away. Of all the schools in a 50 mile radius, she went to work at the one my friend went to. How weird is that? I don’t know if the teacher was half so popular at her new school, though.

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