In my job-hunting efforts in Seattle, I found a newspaper ad for a Help Desk analyst at the Virginia Mason Medical Center. I went in for an interview, which lasted for a couple of hours and led, a few days later, to a job offer. It didn’t sound like something that was going to present the same challenges that my job in the law firm in Denver had. But my apartment was depressing, and I didn’t want to commit to a better place until I was set with an income and knew which part of town I’d be working in, so I took the job despite the drawbacks.