When I was twenty-five years old, I landed an interview with Tiffany and Company for a job in corporate sales. It was a dream job”¦I would go to large corporations in San Francisco and sell established accounts corporate gifts. I had been working as a sales representative for Union Carbide, and drove around the bay area in my silver Impala company car, with batteries and flashlights in the trunk. I was responsible for displaying them at hardware and chain drug stores, and did so in a business suit, complete with high heels, and a bow tie. Not that I had been ashamed of selling batteries, but the image part of selling Tiffany appealed to me. “Corporate sales for Tiffany” sounded a little more glamorous than “battery and flashlight sales for Union Carbide.”