After coming off a deployment to Afghanistan, I found myself interviewing for a new job.
I’m a graduate student in clinical psychology, so it’s no surprise that the training director interviewing me was, himself, a psychologist. We exchanged pleasantries, I made some sort of joke about Boston traffic and we sat down to begin the interview. He took a moment to look over my resume, then looked at me over his glasses; it was a deeply pensive look.
