random phone calls

I got this call from a girl at the Zach Scott Theater. She calls me every week or so to try to sell me tickets to their upcoming season. She's a nice enough girl, but she tends to call at the worst possible times. Her first call was on my moving day, when I was sitting around waiting for the moving guys at my old apartment and wondering where Bailey was and trying not to hurk. Needless to say, I asked her to call me back later. So she did -- repeatedly.

Anyway, she called again today, asking if I wanted to buy an executive pass. The short answer is that I didn't buy it from her, but we did have a 15-minute conversation about life and the state of the world. Poor girl -- I once made cold calls to conduct a survey about something or other, and I don't envy her for having to call people and try to sell them things. I think she was so astounded that I didn't hang up on her (and that I was polite) that she wanted to make it last as long as possible.

Ultimately, the conversation boiled down to the fact that I'm 25 years old, doing a job that's not terribly similar to the one I went to school to do, and that I'm happier than if I -had- gone into advertising or television production. And that she's in college and figures she won't know what she wants to do when she turns 50.

In the end, she said she'd call me back another time (I suggested next month, after Claudia comes back from Romania), and that it was nice to talk to me. I told her it was nice to talk to her, too.

It all felt vaguely like a first date. And if nothing else, I know she'll call me back.