The sign on the window seemed like good luck at the time. Months had gone by with no luck, my only choice was to take odd jobs around the nighborhood and help from friends. I never thought I would be able to get back from the fall I had from the New York Times. I was fired for going to far into a story and it all blew up in my face. I don’t miss working for a place that treated their employers like dirt. I wasn’t there long, a year at most but It didn’t take long to realize I picked the wrong career.