When I was 22, I was newly installed in a new position in a brand-new career, fresh from college. I was working as a business journalist, and it was my first job, unless I count working the window at Jack in the Box. Which I don’t.
When I look back on it, I like to think that I was thoughtful and professional, eager but measured.
The truth is that I was impatient and usually felt inadequate. I was more like the young grasshopper Daniel from The Karate Kid: Uncomfortable. Skeptical. Clueless.
I was trying to learn the impossible — how the business world worked — from the myriad of Mr. Miyagis around me.
And it did seem that everyone around me was a Miyagi, while I was chronically a Daniel. Wax on, wax off.