That belief carried me through five hard years in two different agencies, both smaller than they pretended to be, both always promising that the next quarter would be the breakthrough.
Money never came as easily as I had imagined when I was a kid staring at Uncle Todd’s shiny watch.
But I never lost the faith that my turn would come.
And I worked like a man trying to earn it.
Emily used to tease me that I had two speeds.
All in, and asleep.
She wasn’t wrong.
I was the first one at the office most mornings.
The last one to leave most evenings.
If they asked me to make one hundred calls, I made one hundred and twenty.
If a client needed revisions at nine at night, I did them.
If a coworker dropped the ball, I picked it up.
Not because I was trying to be a hero.
