Years ago, I was recruited out of college to work for a government "company" as a contractor. I had to go to a non-descript building in Ann Arbor, Michigan for a couple of days for psychological testing which entailed thousands of written questions as well as seeing weirdos that thought they were Sigmund Freud. One interminably long series of questions was an either/or series. Bear in mind, I was a young man at the time, and my only real accomplishment in life was building the house that I'm still in. Would you rather be:
Kissing a pretty girl, or
Doing a good job for a company?
"What the fuck is this, Don? If I answer one way, I'm a faggot. If I answer the other way, I'm a sex maniac. There's a time and place for everything. How am I supposed to answer that honestly?"
"Answer the best you can, Jim."
I ended up working with the company with a female handler for 15 years.
It was a wild ride. I sure miss Pam.
