I went into an interview to be a worm harvester, which sounded like a lot of fun! Basically I was going to be picking through giant tubs of earth, picking out fat, wriggly night crawlers for bait shops. And the man who interviewed me asked one question: whether I had a pair of rubber boots. I was not wearing them at the interview, but I assured him that I could get a pair of rubber boots. And he looked me up and down, and said, "We'll call you." I remember walking out and thinking to myself, "I can't believe it, but I guess I am not worm harvester material." And that was a damning, damning conclusion to come to about oneself.