It was probably one of the most difficult and certainly one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I had gone for a job interview, a job I needed very much. Fresh out on the street following college, I was filled with all the expectations of a new graduate, believing that I could conquer the world if I but raised my banner high into the heavens. The job was a good one, at a place that would have given me a big leg up in the market. I was excited, thrilled to receive an invitation to interview. Impressive men with well-cut suits sat across the table from me. Questions were asked and answered and everything seemed to be going well — until they pushed that job description across the table to me. Reading it caused me to go into some form of shock. I did not understand much of what they w…