Once went on a 2nd interview with Capital One in New Orleans (for their banking operations center).

Everything went extremely well. They introduced me to a number of people & I felt very comfortable.

When I left, I was fairly certain that they were gonna make me an offer.

But somehow, from the time I went downstairs to catch a taxi back to the airport until I actually boarded the plane back home to San Antonio, I changed my mind about the whole thing.

I couldn’t help but notice the high-water marks, courtesy of Hurricane Katrina, on most of the buildings downtown.

And on the ride back, I experienced much of the same.

A dark, solemn feeling just came over me…and it instantly turned my mood.

I was afraid. Sad.

Naturally, it was after the horrific Hurricane Katrina & perhaps, I should’ve felt more hopeful, more positive. I should’ve been encouraged to be part of the regrowth, privileged even.

But somehow, for whatever reason, I didn’t feel that way.

When I arrived at the airport, I called them back & asked that they remove me from consideration.

I thanked them for the opportunity & their hospitality…then flew home.

I often wondered, “What if…?”

Yeah, this one was pretty short & sweet, heh?

As always, thank you for listening.

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