Two "F words."

My first attempts at getting a job in Atlanta were a parade of colorful failures. I sent out dozens of resumes with no response. I flew from Boston one day for the sole purpose of meeting with an executive who ultimately refused to even accept my resume. He wouldn't take it from me. He literally shot blocked me at breakfast.

And then something incredibly awkward happened.

While living in Massachusetts I would occasionally come down to Atlanta to talk with companies. One afternoon I did that...