Today was my first day at the new job. Very hectic, very busy - I can guarantee that I won't have a moment to be bored, that's for sure.
This afternoon, I had to go to the basement of the building to get my ID photo taken. As I'm sitting on this lonely little bench, I see a Secret Service guy enter the narrow hallway, wire in ear, familiar lapel pin marking his status. I had no idea what was up - was the president dropping by?
Then, I saw a Buddhist monk.
And I knew.
Moments later, walking slowly and silently through the hall, came the Dalai Lama. I just about passed out. He had a small entourage of monks and a group of Secret Service men with him, all draped in white prayer scarves. As he approached where I sat, he smiled broadly, leaned over to me and waved. "Hello! How are you?" His voice was incredibly cheerful and warm.
I did my best "deer in headlights" imitation. "Helloooo!" I waved back. His smile widened and his eyes crinkled.
And, with that, he was gone, down the corridor, his quiet delegation following in his wake.
Holy crow, Batman! I was greeted by the Dalai Lama on my first day of work.
Seriously, that has got to be a good omen, right?
This is also a reminder that I really, really, really need to carry my camera with me all the dang time.