At every cocktail party, meeting in a long elevator ride, get-together or interview, the question comes up: What do you do?  For the past ten years, my answer has varied from (literally) "anything and everything" to "whatever needs to be done".  This might get a guy or gal labeled with that less-than-romantic designation, Jack (or Jane)-of-all-trades.  Shudder.  And then one of two opinions of you are formed, ingrained in the least-pliable matter of your new friend's brain: