“I NEED a can-do go-getter, a self-starter!” He paced around the room. I could see tracks in the carpet. “Do you have vision?” He eyed me. “Uh, you bet,” I said, focusing on the barometer hanging on the wall. It looked like a ship’s wheel. He sighed, sat down and pressed his thumb into a tuna sandwich collapsing on his desk, then tried to peel a sticker from an apple, failed, put it in a drawer. “When can you start?”