Stay Classy, Houston.

"Make sure to bring two copies of your resume," the woman on the phone tells me. "Oh, and the dress is business professional."

Business professional. Very Classy.

I'm going to have to park the van far away from the office.

And so I do.

The project has brought me to Houston, and given my dissipating funds, I really need the marketing job I've stumbled across on Monster.com. That means the van gets parked down the street.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not willing to lie to get the job. But I'm not going to go out of the way to advertise that I'm living in a van either. When I step out of the van, I look good. I am wearing black slacks with a long-sleeved black business shirt.

Johnny Cash would be proud.

Okay, so maybe I'm not up to The Man in Black's standards, but I don't look like an inmate at Folsom Prison either, and that's good enough for me.

Unfortunately, when I step into the small office where I will be interviewing, I realize that I am the only person in the building not wearing a three piece suit.

David, the man interviewing me, is wearing a suit. He looks very professional. He also looks like he should still be in college, but who am I to judge? I just want a job.

"So I see you worked in Hollywood," he mentions, seemingly intrigued.

"Yeah, I was a production assistant on some reality shows."

"What do they pay out there?"

"I was usually making about $6oo a week," I reply, hoping to gauge the level of pay this position would offer.

"Really? That's all they pay out there?" he asks skeptically, as if I'd just told him I had been making minimum wage. That can't be a bad sign.

It also can't be a bad sign that David seems intrigued by my resume. I even explain Project Meaning, and that my travels searching for the meaning of life may mean my time in Houston will be cut short.

He nods. I brace myself for rejection. Instead, David just smiles.

"Forty two. That's the meaning of life."

"Right. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."

"You get that reference?" David asks. "Very impressive."

And so the interview ends on a positive note.

On the hike back to the van, I smile. Maybe getting a job while doing this project won't be that hard after all.

A few hours later, I get a call from the office secretary.

"David was very impressed by you. He wants to schedule you for a second interview on Thursday."

Awesome.

"Oh," she says after a pause, "and he asked me to remind you to dress business professional."

Great. Time to buy a suit.