Nothing happens on a Monday. The energy of the week has kicked in, not full swing, but it's lingering. Surely, I would at least hear of a prospective job today. It would be just a chance, but by Wednesday morning I'm a shoe-in. Thursday afternoon the contracts are faxed over and, Friday I'm taking my wife to our celebration dinner.
Life is good.
Life was good until it was seven pm and my manager hadn't called all day. I told myself this business was about waiting. I got out of that whole office scene a long time ago and, believe me, I never looked back. Politically, I was like the Deep Throat of the office compound. Still a truly remarkable phenomena, I would actually build up and hold resentment to my bosses and my co-workers for having to be cramped up in an office with them 8 hours a day, five days a week.