In the Beginning

I didn't apply for the Job directly. It came to me through a Temporary Agency.
They said, "we have an opening at a digital music company...are you interested"?
'Yes, very,' I said.

I wasn't told much about the Job by the Agency. Something about data entry. Something about "ripping" CDs. It sounded too good to be true.

I can still remember the first and only interview. It was two on one in a windowed corner office. I was on an orange--or maybe it was red--couch. And the mild-mannered bald man and the slouched programmer were in black office chairs not so far away from me.
I was asked several questions about my music preferences...what did I think about this or that genre...this or that artist...what made me an ideal candidate...usual and unusual questions...I wasn't exactly run through the ringer.

After the interview came the tour of the office--and at that moment, I knew I had it in the bag.

The next day, a phone call, "Company Z wants you to start tomorrow".
'Ummm, yeah, I'll be there'. I couldn't say no.

My original intent was to work for six months, to earn enough for a semester at a Language School...But, somehow, as if by force other than self-will, I was given a responsibility larger than myself and gave back two years plus to the Company.

I gave heart, soul, blood, sweat, and tears. I gave my all.

Then along came a merger...and, well, that's another story for another time. Suffice to say, for now, Change comes in many unexpected forms. First it came as an opportunity. And presently...perhaps as an end.

But not The End.