There is never a shortage of companies looking for code monkeys able to churn out Java, Python or C# and there are always jobs for systems and network...managers. I wanted a job where I could own a little piece of the product we were building, a job that would allow me to move up the ladder, not sideways.Lisa finished her lentil casserole and left me discussing three positions he thought might be a match. These were all positions that hadn't been posted yet. I wanted to know why they weren't. Sleek, black, mean. Huge jaws and pointy ears. He looks like the hound of Dracula himself. A near perfect example of a Doberman Pincher. Tall and slim, around 70 lbs, and with an amazing shiny coat.The man’s voice is croaky and southern, like Ray Winstone after swallowing broken glass, “The ‘ound of ‘ell, the beast from the east end ... Don’t let the looks fool ya, he’s a lover not a fighter ... A licker not a biter ... He’s a rock ‘ard, go ‘ard, take you in the back yard, mean muvva-fucker .... ”I didn’t quite know how to respond to this outburst and was silent for a couple of moments realizing how close Adam had been behind me all over the house and up and down the stairs with me bending over to show him the oven and veggie bins in the bottom of the Fridge.I summoned up what was remaining of my feminine dignity and replied in calm and even tone, “Thank you so much, Adam, I must apologize for my shameful display of skin. I had no idea that my dress was so thin as to appear like it was. Being hot and sweaty, I said sure. I could use a break. After eating and cooling off I went to the back yard. When I finished Mr king said, why don't you take a quick shower and get the grass off you. I asked, are you OK with that. Smiling he said, let me show you where the bathroom is. Drying off I went to get dressed. My clothes were gone. Panicked I wrapped the towel around me and went to look for them. I asked, what happened to my clothes. Mr king said they were all sweaty and I thought I'd.