Imagine a job that offered opportunities on the edge of innovation -- from installing solar-powered computer labs to helping communities switch to renewable energy; from linking local entrepreneurs to global markets to developing cellphone text messaging services to answer questions about HIV.
When I walked in, it looked like a cozy tea room parlor. Several sober women amidst of sea of not-at-all-sober men whisked me upstairs and closed the sliding door. A door with panes made of paper. They guided me to the grandmother's room down the hall -- off limits to men.
Had I known half of the "adventures" that awaited me, I would have come up with a post-college Plan B. And had I done so, I would have lost out on, well, remember the slogan? "The Toughest Job You'll Ever Love."