Last week I wanted the phone to ring. Now, I don’t.

The guy I’ll be reporting to at the new job called the other day to let me know he won’t be there on my first day … and probably not ever. There’s been a reorganization at the company, with him reporting to a new department head who he doesn’t get along with, and he’s probably going to resign over it. So the guy who brought me in, the guy who campaigned to get me hired, the guy I’d be reporting to in a two-man department — that guy is going to be gone. And so in my paranoid brain burns the question: does that mean I’m gone too?

So I’m willing the phone not to ring this week. I want this job. I need this job. I hope like hell I still have this job. I’m dreading a phone call from someone at the company rescinding their offer.

Don’t ring.