Is the world getting smaller…
Or have I been in New York too long.
NY: city of 8 million people, known for it’s rapid changes and constant motion. A city where people come into and out of our lives as fast as a New York minute through revolving doors.
Once in a while though, we find unseemingly un-related connections connecting us to one another all over again. And yes, I’m talking about the time before Friendster, well even after Friendster, as I don’t know anyone who does it anymore.
Take tonight for example.
I meet up with a former co-worker of mine and although our days started together on The Street almost five years ago, it wasn’t until recently we were reunited. His girlfriend of three years happened to work with my best-friend of many many years at the same publishing company.
One day at work, they both started talking about nightmarish bosses from hell, and that’s when both of them realized they were talking about the same boss on Wall Street that he and I once worked for together.
*Side note, this reminds me of my same coffee stand man who moved his cart from my previous employment around Penn Plaza to Wall Street some years later. Abu and I were happily reunited in our morning exchanges.*
A fellow NY Metroblogger and I both realized recently that her former co-worker at an environmental firm was also my roommate for one summer.
Not too long ago, I was talking to a guy who worked at TV cable channel and I asked if he knew someone who also was my roommate’s best friend. Not only did he know her, but she worked with him.
And the stories can go on and on of this happening all the time.
When it does happen, NY can feel like a small town sometimes.