It was a typical busy work day at the office, people running around, while I was trying my best to concentrate on my Outlook Inbox, reading e-mails and making sure I liquidate all to-do items. My goal: a clean slate by the end of the day. Then, an email popped in. It was from Arnie. A forwarded business FYI email; some job opening related to my work, based in Europe. It was started with a personal note though, “Ei Migs, you might want to check this out. I don’t know much about the hiring company, perhaps just google it.” I somehow felt that the email was sent just to have something safe to say, to renew the bond somehow, or at least to keep in touch. I didn’t feel the need to play subtle. So I dropped what I was doing and decided to give him a call.
“HR, hello, good morning.” says the semi-modulated voice from the other line.
I knew it was him, but out of courtesy I still asked, “Good morning, may I speak with Mr. Arnie Roman please?”
Sure enough, he responds, “This is Arnie Roman, may I know who’s calling?”
It was all too formal, yet all too familiar. Arnie is the same guy I was talking about in a previous post where I said “I bottomed my partner’s straight bestfriend.” Arnie was the straight bestfriend.
*** to be continued ***
(This is a true story. Arnie Roman is not the real name; any similarity with this name is purely coincidental.)