My mind went a'wanderin in the shower yesterday. That happens a lot. Sometimes, I think of good blog posts in the shower. But I seldom remember them ... which can be frustrating.
I cast my mind back to 1968. Don't ask me why. Me 'ead kind of works in random shuffle mode, and I never know what tune will play next.
I was back in university and remembering the time near the end of my second semester when I dropped in at my former employer, ITE Circuit Breakers. I had worked there as a Production Clerk for a little more than a year between high school and university and was wondering if they would like to employ me for the summer.
The supervisor that I spoke to seemed warm to the notion and assured me that HR would call, so back I went to school with dollar signs dancing in my head.
After several weeks of hearing nothing, I made plans to enroll in the summer semester and even booked a residence room with the same roommate of my first two semesters.
Eventually, ITE did call back — twice. Apparently, they wanted me after all. But by then, my mind was settled on doing the summer semester. I went on to do 8 consecutive semesters without summer breaks, which got me into the workforce a year earlier.
So with warm water cascading down my back 47 years later, I cogitated how different my life might have been had I accepted their offer of employment that summer.
Teaching jobs were getting tight, and it might have been more difficult to land one a year later, and it might very well have been in a different place.
The increased year in school might have altered the date of our marriage (but not to whom) and what kids I had. Perhaps we would have conceived at a different time, and even if we had had the standard two children, they might have been two different children.
Coulda woulda shoulda: my meandering thoughts signify nothing, and I have no conclusions. I seldom do have conclusions. I just let my mind wander on its random shuffle mode (I say "let" but I have little control) and I never know where my thoughts will take me — except for down the drain with the soap suds
Down the drain is the only certainty in life.