 When applying for new jobs, Kalvin found that…
Kalvin Feetch shrunk visibly. "But Mr. Piltdon," remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's glare, "don't you remember? I want it completely developed, engineered and tooled-up, ready for production. I've been trying to tell you for years that we're bound to fall behind because we don't have enough personnel to conduct research. A designer had to dream at his board, investigate, search, build, test, compare, discard. He had always wanted to devote all his time to research, but Piltdon Opener had not given him that opportunity. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines, production headaches, inadequate facilities and assistance. What had happened, to the proud dream he once had, the dream of exploring uncharted engineering regions, of unlimited time to investigate and develop? Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had managed somehow to design a few good things during his twenty-five years with Piltdon. Since the early 1980's the schools had been turning out more technicians than industry could absorb. Departures, such as the thermal or motor-driven types, would be too expensive for mass production." Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire you just like that if you don't do the impossible. The Piltdon Company is built upon your designs and you get handed this deal!" "I drew my pay every week so I suppose I have no complaints. Nine completed and tested, two in work.
 Companies did not approve of what they heard about his previous work.
 Companies did not approve of what they heard about his previous work.  Companies did not have open positions.  Piltdon gave him a positive reference.  He had multiple offers.