For the last two years I've worked in the library department at a TV network. It's a small department-- there are only five of us: me, Fred, Patti, Mary Ann, and Hope, who mostly does her own thing in her office. It wasn't a demanding job. In fact, it was dreary and repetitious. I tried several times to move on. I went on interviews, sent out letters and resumes by the ream, but nothing came of it.

Until a few weeks ago. Finally, I was offered a better job for more money in a department just a few floors below. This was an interesting job, one that actually engaged me. It was the type of job that justified working for a big corporation, the one that could make me feel like there's a future for me here. But now, with one week to go, all that