They, all six of them in the room, were asking me to be “flexible” with my schedule, essentially being at their beck and call, and I, for some reason, kept saying – yes, I could try and change our schedule, be flexible, hire a nanny, work something out… but why, if I have something better now? Isn’t it why I wanted nothing to do with the Old Company in the first place, even if that trajectory was much more “promising” in superficial sense, but I didn’t like where it was taking me? They are asking me to trade the precious years while L is little – for what – their growth and return to their shareholders, and crumbs that won’t even cover his $400,000 tuition bill which it will be when it’s time for him to go to university? And a continued chance to claw to stay in what passes for middle class in this city of and for the rich. The irony is that I get all these interviews because of the Old Company on my c.v., but they don’t know what it did to me.

But my yeses were very unconvincing because I didn’t believe in it – and they sensed it. Which is a good thing I suppose.

Their product is far superior to the one I am working with, it is designed and built exceedingly well, and I worry that they will eat us up one day. I wish I cared enough about this “industry” , but I know I never will.