Daybreak. Another step in the life journey this week finds our hero near the end of his career, time-wise, and near the end of his time, job-wise. For the third time. From the same company. Outplaced again, no place to go.

Well, I'll brush up on those nasty behavior based interview questions and break out the good suit. If it fits.

What is most difficult is demonstrating the core competencies developed over the years and so magnificently described in the c.v., that balance sheet with no liabilities. There really is no public record, no published and memorized batting average, no Mike Schmidt-like memory of homers, RBIs, and Gold Gloves (or errors) for my mark to get fired up about.

So the sale goes forward, lipstick on a Mick, with the interested and the ignorant equally unwilling to call me back, let alone make a commitment to whine and dine me face-to-face.

One year to land. After that, back to the grill and the buffalo chopper, and the quick sucking vortex of the debt-ridden hand to mouth lullaby sung many years ago.

Come to think of it, that was a really sweet gig.

First interview Friday.