About five years ago, I had a funny experience during a series of job interviews in Philadelphia.
The organization doing the hiring was a large, prestigious non-profit, and although the position in question represented a potential change from my usual area of professional endeavor, I was very interested even though the salary was modest.
Finally, I was ushered in to meet the General Counsel, a woman with a lot of presence who simultaneously gave an impression of accomplishment, joy and melancholy.
We had a good discussion about the position, the organization and both our careers and backgrounds. She had been a nurse before going to law school which, given her field of legal specialty, was a valuable qualification in terms of both the analytical and affective components of her job.
It was an awkward and unsettling moment. From the instant I met her, I had wondered whether she was an alcoholic.