Tommy is preparing for his meeting with Tim, repeating half-sentences to himself and playing with golf clubs, because he's Tommy. "Tremendous experience with customer service," he mumbles. On the elevator he adjusts everything. He looks very nice in his big-boy suit. Tommy's confident that once Tim hears what he has to say, the job is his. Wow, between Jenn and Tommy I find myself on top of the world. I can do anything. You know, ever since I got into Nip/Tuck I've wanted to try my hand at plastic surgery -- any takers? Don't worry about my lack of training or experience. My belief in myself and complete denial about the obstacles in my way will help out vastly. Sadly, Tommy learns that Tim is not in right now, when he said he would be. Tommy walks out, pretty pissed and cursing under his breath, but still smiling, because that's how he is, and as a manager you should know that he smiles through stress and it has nothing to do with you, or his respect for you or your womanhood. But then, you are a bitch, so... "All in all, I'm just a dealer, and what I'm trying to do is tough...it's a very sought-after job, and it's going to be difficult." I like how Tommy understands the complex reasons that Tim just totally blew him off, but wow, so that was the whole story? Tommy gets pushed into scheduling a meeting, and then the meeting is cancelled? Tell me this thrilling epic of one boy's Horatio Alger story of success continues next week. Okay, it does? Good. Because people, I am hooked.