Nor was it Department Manager.
It was not a managership of any kind, character, quality or description—all claims to the contrary notwithstanding.
It was just a job.
It was the kind of job that any young man with an eye on ideas and a finger on the future, might have with any old Organization steeped in stability and pickled in policy.
In other less alliterative language, we might smooth down our shirt-front and say that the young man had A Chance.
If we cared to toss off all restraint and emphasize the statement with grape-juice profanity, we might say that the young man had a Very, Very good chance.
But he didn’t know how to take care of his chance.
He took chances with his Chance.
And one day it got away from him.