...Is Another Man's Treasure

I worked illegal amounts during the four days of Valley Country Club's 3-Day Member-Guest Golf Tournament. Between preparing over 500 gift boxes (and by preparing, I mean literally configuring flat cardboard into the shape of a box), memorizing 128 members and guests names ( so when they say "just bill me for it" I don't have to ask, "who are you again?!") and sitting out on the middle of the course persuading people to buy golf clubs they already have, on a record-breaking day of 112 degrees, *gasps for breath* I forgot that I was still waiting for an answer from Hill Holliday.

It wasn't until the very last foursome came through the first tee that we started making small talk about the job search. I explained my situation in that I turned down a great job for a chance at my dream job, Hill Holliday, and instantly Mr. Ricci's eyes lit up, "I have a surprise for you!" My heart stopped-

Is he about to hire me on the spot?!

Hardly, but what he did have for me was a Titleist golf ball he found in the woods that had the words "Hill Holliday" printed on it. I couldn't help but to laugh at myself. I was still so excited to accept his gift, which turned out to be the highlight of my day. The golf ball is now sitting on top of my dresser and it makes me smile every time I look at it. I would love to say it was a sign, but that was a week ago, and I still have not heard back... Whether this opportunity goes through or not, I know I will not let that golf ball be the closest I get to where I want to be.