Interview

     It had been a bit warm for January and Rinny had run up the stairs rather than 

wait for the elevator to keep his appointment. So here he was, usually the coolest 

guy you'd ever meet, nearly sweating. He sure didn't want to look desperate for 

this job. As luck would have it, his interviewer liked people who took their work  

seriously.

   "It has you here as a tracking specialist. Is this correct?" The interviewer looked 

right at him and waited. Rinny loved to act. That's all he ever really did. So he slid 

right back easily into his former role where he would amuse himself at being a 

victim in a world where nothing ever went right for him, and yet he just kept going 

anyway.

     The room was warm too. it was going to be a warm day. "Do you guys have the 

heat up too high or is it me?" He asked. The interviewer didn't even smile. "Never 

mind, it seems I came to the wrong place", and he got up to leave. "We need a 

tracker badly", came a concerned reply. "Please, just make yourself comfortable. 

Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?", followed by the slightest of smiles.

     A "tracker" is what they called a person familiar with the process of locating 

potential clients for different kinds of sales or promotions, a screener who would 

narrow down large markets of individuals or agencies to smaller numbers of 

persons or groups who would be more liable to purchase or use their product in 

some way. Perhaps a subscriber or just someone who would offer an opinion about 

one product or another. A professional tracking specialist could locate clients or 

customers extremely quickly and simply knew their way around people and 

businesses. They simply didn't waste any time or effort they knew would not be 

productive. They were worth their weight in gold. They knew it and they demanded 

it.  All 24 carats of it. Rinny was a pro. He was also a reformed Jew and came from

a family of highly successful businesspeople including his older brother Shep.