The other day my mother handed me a brown paper bag filled with old papers of mine she found either in the garage or attic. After successfully stepping over the bag for a few days, I finally decided to go through it. There were 2 James Dean calendars, one from 1989 the other from 1998, a job hunting book from 1994, and tons of graduate school applications. The craziest thing I found was a recommendation letter from the CRUSH I just blogged about last entry!

August 7th, 1995

To Whom it May Concern,
Let me take this opportunity to recommend Donna as a potential employee. As my assistant here at [low-budget, independent television station] since June of 1995, she has shown herself to be an above average worker. Her attitude has allowed her to out-last other, less professional interns, none of whom received monetary compensation. She is quick to learn, eager to please, easy to work with, and most importantly, a hard worker. She is punctual, and when unable to come in, would always give advance notice, allowing me to adjust my schedule. Donna’s attitude and abilities mark her as an asset to any organization. Please feel free to call me with any questions.

Sincerely,

APR

I remember shaking Andrew’s hand that last day. I so wanted him to declare his undying love and ask to be my boyfriend. It didn’t happen. He shook my hand, wished me luck, and returned to his desk. Weeks went by and I would daydream about meeting him somewhere in Philadelphia and after some small talk he would declare his undying love and ask to be my boyfriend (I really never had much of an imagination). Then one day, I really was in Philadelphia and I bumped into him. He couldn’t remember my name but he recalled working with me. We enjoyed some small talk but instead of confessing his undying love, he told me he had to run. I was devastated. My dream shattered a second time. I turned and walked away and Andrew became a distant memory.