I sat in the waiting room with one other applicant. He was older than me by about ten years. Judging by our clothes, it was clear that we were taking different approaches to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He dressed professionally. Black suit, white shirt, striped tie. His dress shoes were polished, and their shine matched well with that of his belt buckle. I dressed casually. Blue jeans. Sneakers. A brown collared sweater that hid the geeky maroon Computer Wizard t-shirt that I was