Naturally, after months of nothing -- not a squeak, not a drop of hope, just a dry wasteland of opportunity -- of course, predictably really, I get called about another job 3 days after officially committing to the current one. It's kind of like when a love interest suddenly wants you the moment you've devoted yourself to someone else. But I love my job, and it's whisking me off to a little honeymoon in California next month, so I don't expect to stray for a while, no matter how tempting the suitor. For now I'll just file this bit away in my lifelong personal tribute to Irony.