Friday was my last day at my old job. Monday I start a new position. The voices in my head tell me to look only to the future. But it’s hard not to look back at where I’ve been, and why I left the firm where I was. I have promised all my inner voices that this retrospect will be my last look back. I am sure no harm can come to me from looking back. After all, it’s not like anyone has ever paid the price by turning into a pillar of salt or something. (Okay, but what are the odds of it happening twice?)
My old firm was like a strange land. My boss, the partner, was king. He was a powerful king — he could even control the weather. Consistently, the reign would call for rain. Work poured down on the lowly natives. Money did not. Too many similar assignments drowned out any enthusiasm. This weather made the natives restless.
