No wonder I’m tired. It seems that I’ve spent the last two years working in recruitment. I looked around at my closest girlfriends the other day and realised that one third of them are newbies. One third of my closest friends are women I’ve known for less than two years (actually one of them has only been in my life for four months). So it appears that in between writing and paying the bills and doing the groceries and trying to trick Ava into eating something other than vegemite sandwiches, blueberries and fish fingers, I’ve been on some kind of subconscious recruitment drive. At some point I started shopping for friends; collecting women and signing them up to Team Bec.
I find this a little odd. Mostly because I didn’t realise I actually had any positions vacant.
For years I smugly adopted the infamous Jerry Seinfeld approach to new friendships as outlined in the Seinfeld episode, “The Boyfriend”.
“When you’re in your thirties it’s very hard to make a new friend. Whatever the group is that you’ve got now that’s who you’re going with. You’re not interviewing, you’re not looking at any new people, you’re not interested in seeing any applications. They don’t know the places. They don’t know the food. They don’t know the activities. If I meet a guy in a club, in the gym or someplace I’m sure you’re a very nice person you seem to have a lot of potential, but we’re just not hiring right now.”
That was me. Not interested. Not hiring. I couldn’t keep up with the friends I had, the last thing I needed was more people in my life. So what happened? How did I wind up in a situation with so many new friends in my life?