...There's A Way
When I worked for my last job I had to attend some sort of class teaching me about something. The woman teaching the class was an Air Force reservist Lieutenant Colonel. Now, this was relatively close to me having left the Air Force myself as a Major and somehow she and I got to talking about what led me to my current gig doing what I was doing. I told her about my last job in the Air Force, being a commander of about 200 or so people on a small island in the middle of nowhere. How I was the person who, as a satellite operator, was the guy largely in charge of the flying mission that got dignitaries from the United States to South Africa and back for Nelson Mandela’s internment. Things which normally look pretty good on an officer’s performance review. Probably good enough to be considered for a promotion to the next rank. After a quick frown, she pretty matter of factly said “You weren’t sponsored.” When you are sponsored that means that someone has taken a vested interest in you