Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave or The Who's Who of DC?
Since I have begun this new job, strange things just seem to occur. Well, maybe not so strange.
For one, I find myself engaged in more conversations that pertain to growth, transition and faith. I find it odd how I don't even have to bring up the topic. The person I am speaking with brings it up and most of the time it has been with a person I barely know. I've been wondering "what does this all mean?"
The second thing that has really been a bit odd to me, is how I maybe in the shadows of the "Who's Who of DC," but mainly by association, and don't know it. Actually, perhaps my "identity" is starting to surface. To sit here and map out a cart or some kind of tree of who I know and their associations and so forth of how it leads back to me maybe a bit complicated.
Other than the situation with Mr Yellow and the married guy I'm trying to avoid being brothers, what I am finding is that my parents have become associates to a few business men since they have been working with the mayoral campaign of Linda Cropp. Those same business associates that they have gotten to know are some of the very same ones that know Mr. Yellow. I noticed this caught my parents by surprise when I brought home a past issue of the magazine that featured some of these business men. What's funny is how this past Friday my mother called herself dropping hints about one of these men and made a few insinuating remarks that was obviously in a matchmaking tone. It's also possible that this man and Mr. Yellow have crossed paths as I pulled up information, in the name of research, where both of them were involved in another political campaign together one way or the other.
Even in my resent research around the topic for the upcoming issue of the magazine I am bumping into information about people I know. This upcoming issue is focusing on minority women entrepreneurs and in my search I have come across a name that is tied into my old government job and even as close as my old supervisor, Ms. J. After further reading up on the person, my memory is jogged and suddenly I remember instances where I may have had to deal with that person directly.
Today as I furthered my research, I decided that I wanted to try to schedule an interview with Sheila C. Johnson, the lady who was once "Mrs. BET. " After making initial contact with one of her personal assistants and then hearing back from her publicist, I had a telephone conference with one of the magazine staff members. As I briefed her on what was going down with Ms. Johnson (actually she is remarried now) I was told that she was good pick, because not only would that bring in some advertisement, she is really good personal friends with the business man (different man from paragraph three) who was featured on the cover of the last issue. It is this same man that secures a lot of business from the Federal government and could have possibly had dealings with my old job. I know his name sounds familiar.
Further into the conference, the VP of Business Development and I went on a slight tangent as we began to talk about the industry as a whole and part of her background. In the midst of this conversation it came out that her and I share a mutual friend, "Co." Co is actually a television producer/production assistant I met once upon a time (that I keep in contact with every now and then), who eventually was friends with my friend Kel from Baltimore. The three of us would try to hook up every now and then to party at a club or something, but Co is married with a son. So it was also hard to get him out the house.
Then later on today, I ran into an old elementary school buddy of mine, "Tay," who lives a block over from me. All these years I kept wondering if she was still living behind me and as it turns out she does. I found out that she is a full time musician as she sings with a local band and also writes songs. However, as we got to talking I learned that she knows a person I went to high school with and is actually close friends with her. It was also through her that I found out that two other of our elementary buddies, whose names I thought I would never hear again, are on the local music scene with her. Well, one is a drummer for another band and the other shows them support as he show hops.
Washington, DC is only but so big in size. If you look on a regular U.S. map, if you blink you would probably miss the no-smaller-than-a-pinto-bean-partially-diamond-shaped city. Thank God for the man who created the star in the circle to pinpoint where the city is. With only four sections to the city it's no wonder why people are bound to run into each other in some way.
While these instances may not seem like a lot, these coincidences have occurred in a two and a half week span and it's been enough to keep me wondering... "who's next?" What I find funny is, lately I have been having dreams about attention these big and fancy all out events. In the dreams, I'm always dressed up and I'm there with folks who are a part of the magazine staff. However, even though Mr. Yellow is the one that makes the deals in reality, everyone is coming up to me, wanting to converse with me. No one famous has appeared in these dreams, but in a couple of the dreams I remember feeling a bit intimidated, because of the regal and powerful presence. These were more than just doctors, lawyers, realtors or CEOs of corporate America. These were straight up philanthropists. I don't know how I know they were philanthropists. I was just something I felt within my dream.
Nothing really dramatic or pivotal happens in the dreams. Just that in one of them I was being honored and it caught Mr. Yellow by surprise, because the honor really came out of left field. Of course he was honored, but it appeared that I received some higher honor. I don't know. It was just a dream.
Perhaps, all of this is nothing more than a sign to let me know that it's my season and I must embrace it.
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