In the end, my sister and I agreed that playing it straight was the way to go. Wear the pants at the waist. Tuck the shirt in properly. Pretend the bald eagle belt buckle belongs on the belt and that the belt belongs with the suit. “When you walk in for your interview,” she said, “pretend like you own the place.”

     I left the house with a great deal of confidence, but the feeling waned considerably as I got closer to the office. Several times, I contemplated turning around and going home.

     J-- was the first on the floor to greet me. “Friend,” he said, “you’re a shoe-in for the Director position. People have been talking for days about how the job is yours.”

     I glance...

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