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A box of 250 business cards with my name on it arrived today. Handing the box to me, the office manager said that I cannot leave the company before handing out all those cards, and flushing them down the toilet would not count. Laughing, I replied back that she will see me order a second box.

I am baffled by the magnitude of irony interwoven in my life. In the afternoon, mere four hours after receiving the business cards, I found the voicemail light blinking on my phone. It was left there by a headhunter. How he knew my name, let alone where to find me, is still a mystery. I wrote his name and number down, and thought about what I would do. If he called two weeks ago, he would have heard back from me.

But I don't plan on calling him back. One month into this new job, I'm beginning to shine above the bosses' expectations. I plan on firmly establishing myself here professionally before I will even consider a move, and there are a few high profile projects that can help me get there. If and when I do make a move, it will be for a new job title--design director. I estimate five years for this move, seven at the latest.

Yes, it looks like I will need more than 250 business cards.