Bye, Raleigh

So I’m a Pollyanna

If during one of the many interviews for my current job I had said, “I see you brought in that other dude as a candidate. Man, do I have some dirt on him,” I would’ve been silenced even before I had the chance to continue. In fact, I would’ve been immediately dismissed, and my unprofessional behavior, reported to recruiters citywide, would haunt me for interviews to come. I’d be unemployed and fucked.

My boss wanted to know how I could contribute to the company, not how others couldn’t.