Doing a million dollar deal in a single Trans-Atlantic bit burst had lost its luster, while watching people bask in the glow of learning had become sensually gratifying. When I spent time with support staff, they actually enjoyed learning. I was suit-bashing again, a habit I had developed ever since my request for transfer to the training division had been denied. While it felt like much-needed therapy, I needed to focus on the day s upcoming events or arrive at work dangerously unprepared. As I struggled to draw the details of the satellite connection between London and Hamburg and Singapore in my mind, it occurred to me that no one had ever stopped into network headquarters on a good day just to tell me everything was working just fine.
Life just didn t seem to work that way.
A wave of desperation suddenly swept through me. The prospect of another day at BADI was closing in on me like an endless prison sentence. Enough was enough. The network schematic in my mind s eye dissolved. The incessant grind of brain chatter ceased.