Earlier this week, after what had been an unseasonably dry winter, the heavens finally opened up. Several days of rain brought not only much need precipitation, but multiple jobs as well.
Perhaps my less than triumphant first job of the year was not the bad omen it seemed at the time. It's hard not to be superstitious when you fall on your face right out the gate like that. It's difficult not to think that it's setting the tone for whole year.
But then I got a phone call to help out with a series of interviews produced by a major media conglomerate. Turns out I was recommended for the job by the grip on that previous ill-fated gig...so whatever horrible thing I did to get the boot, apparently I left a positive impression on the local hires. Which made it all worth it.