I woke up this morning to a request for a meeting. One of those “this could change everything” meetings. No guarantees, but coming from someone I immensely respect and who thinks I have solid chops.

Before lunch had come and gone the framework that gave that meeting meaning was wiped from the face of the earth. Wished out of existence by a C-suite far, far away.

I guess I really do live in Los Angeles now.

For the record: I’m zen about this. I hadn’t put any emotional weight on the opportunity yet, knowing that the winds blow mightily here. I’m more concerned with the person who requested the meeting, since he’s now out of a job and is in the middle of a move.

If you want to send good wishes/prayers/magick spells in anyone’s direction that’s the person who deserves it.