I was having a great day when I was invited to meet with the creative director after an introductory interview. It was nothing but blue skies sailing from here. The interview day arrived and instead of the creative director, a gatekeeper showed up in a fairly unwelcoming manner, in spite of her diminutive stature. Not only did the creative director not respond, he/she didn't have the courtesy of excusing themselves, or postponing the interview. That was a warning post in the greener pastures. Anyway, after a few moments of heated exchanges with my adversary, it was clear I was not at an interview. I walked into the Spanish inquisition. I believe I dodged a bullet. I'm blessed.