First day on the job went well, and I felt a small, personal victory when my notoriously intimidating boss, who everyone warned me about, cornered me by the coffee machine. I braced for a grilling, but instead, she pointed at the obscure band logo on my t-shirt and said, "Shiner Bock, '97 tour. Best show I ever saw." We ended up talking for fifteen minutes about music, and as she walked away, she clapped me on the shoulder and said, "You'll do just fine." That tiny, unexpected connection felt like winning the lottery, a sign that I might actually belong here.