Yesterday, I had one of those days where I don’t just enjoy my job – I’m passionate about it; I’m inspired by it. I had an assignment to profile local Middle Eastern Cuisine, and I had gone to interview the owner of a Middle Eastern restaurant in El Paso, Texas.
Now, I love Middle Eastern fare, but I wasn’t sure what to expect from this interview. My boss had insisted on coming with me, skeptical as to whether or not the owner would be willing to take instruction from a young female with some authoritative role. In this case, my job was to conduct the interview and facilitate the photo shoot. At that point, all I knew was that I was going to get free lunch (who doesn’t love free food?).
His name was Alex. With salt and pepper hair, he was a man built of a warm 5’8” stature with an even warmer smile. He extended his hand and I took it – a respectful and friendly grip. This interview was going to be a cakewalk.