When I first moved to New York, my uncle got me a few sessions with a job coach, Belinda. Belinda is a classic New Yorker, forthright and fast talking. She's very astute, and I took a lot from those sessions.
When we talked about me getting a job, she would say, "Let me know when something pops", and, "Shoot me an email if anything pops".
James and I have both been working hard for the (almost) 4 years we've lived here, and he's worked his way into an especially great place. He's tapped into a large group of motivated, well-connected people, and he's just working up a storm*.
Watching him is like waiting for microwave popcorn. All the gears are in motion, and it's just a matter of time before everything starts popping.
*I suppose I ought to make it clear** that he and I are both very much in the "paying our dues" part of life. Which translates to: no money for this work.
**I ought to make this clear so none of you start hitting us up for loans.