It was a dream job. One of those once-in-a-lifetime opportunities to do meaningful work you enjoy with people you respect at a generous salary. Those jobs are rare to begin with but when you’re, like me, at the end of your career, they are all but nonexistent.
I truly tried to figure out how to do it. I had even convinced myself that I could do it even if it occasionally meant the 70 to 80 hour week, frequent travel and high levels of stress. I liked the person who would be my boss. I appreciated the talent and dedication of my fellow co-workers. I could make a difference. It would pay incredibly well. I really, really wanted that job.