Dream On
After the disappointment of the last 18 months, I have really tried to go about my job search in private. Sure, I have mentioned quite a bit here, but I have intentionally left out a lot of the details so that there wouldn’t be a trail of crumbs in my secret double life. But when you drop a little bombshell that you are about to interview for a “dream job” in the middle of the 15th paragraph of the 103rd blog, you really get to find out who is reading this thing. Well Thursday morning, I posted that blog. By lunch I had heard from a bunch of friends via phone, email and text messaging, sending their best wishes. Now deep down, I know a lot of friends have started reading the blog, which makes me feel great, but you still don’t know who is reading what and why. Or when for that matter. Case in point -- I showed up to my son’s baseball practice on Thursday afternoon and was greeted by the coach who said, “we need to talk.” My first thought was my son missed a bunt sign or something. As y...