The magic of synchronicity
I honestly don’t know how I would pronounce it correctly without fumbling.. but a part of wants to believe that’s exactly what happened today, which reinstated my faith in the universe.
I write this post while having a slice of banana cake, sugar-free banana cake with a smear of peanut butter to compensate for the protein. Life is going really well. I woke up this morning from a nightmare, the world was coming to an end and I was the third person in the world to survive the eye of a tornado. The uncertainty in my personal and professional life has lead to chaos in my unconscious mind but I think I will survive — since apparently, I survived the tornado.
Coming back to the synchronicity, one such synchrony of coincides happened today. With my current crazy schedule at work, I haven’t been able to leave the office before 6 pm. I have been trying to avoid taking my laptop home just to make sure I don’t bring the stress and emotions along. Its been a long day, and all I can think of is food. Its been six hours since my last meal.
I call up my family and head to the station. Despite the schedule saying 0 mins, I make it to the train before it leaves and the driver announces there has been a slight delay. Of course! Delays are bound to happen when you could kill for food. Whatever has to go wrong, will go wrong — but no. I am going to stay positive and not let this affect my mood. I am just going to read on my Kindle or listen to a podcast. I ended up in an Instagram rabbit hole.
After fifteen minutes of delay, the train finally leaves the station. Okay, it is 6:20 pm and I have ten minutes to walk to my bus. What good timing! 234 is here, I can make it. Oh come on, the bus just arrived; the driver has to stop for a minute… maybe he’ll park since the bus just arrived 5 seconds ago. And there’s go my bus. Thank you universe! If only bus drivers gave two hoots about the riders.
Oh well, might just head to the supermarket, shall we?
Nothing good is on special today. Let’s check out the frozen aisle.
Me: (calls housemate) Hey, would you like *random brand* ice-cream?
Housemate: No, I told you we are going on a diet.
Me: It’s on special! Also, I thought I am the only one going on a diet?
Housemate: Okay fine, I wouldn’t mind caramel.
Random lady staring at me while I decide what ice-cream I want: Hi there, we are conducting a survey on ice-cream buying behaviour. Would you mind answering a few questions for me and as part of the survey, I can provide you with a voucher?
Me: (Voucher for a survey? Well, I got 18 mins to kill for the next bus anyway) Yeah, sure!
So after the survey, I meet this other dude who wants to ask more questions. (Yeah sure, not like I wanted to go to the gym anyway.)
While I was happy to take the survey, I was curious to know what organisation they were working for. Turns out, he was from a market research company based in Melbourne. They basically tell FMCG companies how to sell a product before launch and with their insights, point out if a product is going to be good or shit (consumer behaviour 101).
On my way back home, I started connecting the dots. I couldn’t stop thinking about the organisation. So, like any other millennial, I stalked them. Their company has 10 employees who are basically foodies, psych majors or marketing geniuses. And then, I had my eureka moment.
For the past year, I have been trying to find out what I really want to do in life. I knew I wanted to do my research in consumer behaviour or consumer experience, I knew I was amazingly talented at reading a room or sensing body language cues. But it wasn’t until this moment that I realised what I really wanted to do. I have just sent an email to the company and now, we wait.
