We commiserated by Skype, with half a continent between us. I threatened to go out there to California and set those people straight, (I didn't called them "people.")
Wayne slumped in his chair. He said, "It makes me sick to think about going on another job interview." He barely moved. It was hard to tell he was breathing. He said, "I don't know what to do."
Neither did I. We sat together, in the eerie glow of our computers.