Here's to you unemployment!

Happy anniver-sary, happy anniver-sary, happy anniver-sary....happppy annnnniversary!


Yes my friends, as of today I have been unemployed for one complete year. ONE FULL YEAR!!! And although, I have been dreadgng this for the past, well year, I am actually not as upset as I thought I would be. I think it’s because, I have a feeling great things are going to happen. When you’re, unemployed you have to believe in all the positive things you can, fortune cookies, tea leaves, random signs, sounds crazy, but as I said one year.

So my friends here I come to you one unemployment year wiser and six months from 31. I have always said I would have the job of my dreams when I was 30, and since I am 30 I now realized it was not by the time I was 30, but more in my 30’s. So, I have learned a lot, traveled a lot and discovered myself a lot this year, and it it now time to move on.

All I have to say is CHEERS and HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, it’s been a heck of a year and I am only expecting amazing things to come. So here’s to you unemployment and the end of our relationship! Here Here!

(I wanted to post a picture of me cheers-ing with champagne, but I am not only out of champagne, but also do not own champagne glasses, so please enjoy this random Internet picture)

So Here's What I'm Thinking........

What to write about, what to write about? 



This is the question that has been plaguing me for the last month or two. Everyday I say to myself, “Look Britt, you have a blog with an awesome name, but you haven’t updated it in a loooooonnnnggg time.” And why, why haven’t I updated it? Because really I have nothing to say right now, I still am unemployed, but I have a feeling you readers may be sick of hearing about that (I know my family and friends are for sure), I haven’t had any recent interview, and (much to my dismay) I am slightly accepting where I am in life.


As I think about it, acceptance of my current situation is not necessarily a bad thing, at least it means I have stopped telling my friends “well at least you have a job” every time they complain about work, which let me tell you took a while. This acceptance has kind of given me a sense of piece. I have also come to terms with the number of rejection notices I get in my email, from as far back as June, I no longer find them to be such a hit to my self-esteem and am thinking maybe I should print them out and make a collage to hang in my house, so when I get a job I will appreciate it that much more.


Other things I have been thinking about:
1. Would I be a good English teacher? Probably not because I don’t punctuate well.
2. After seeing Step Up 3D I want to become a hip hop dancer, REALLY REALLY BAD.
3. When you dress babies in stupid clothes that you think are cute, do you think they realize they look ridiculous? I think so.
4. Everyone who lives in Seattle complains about the rain, but yet still lives here, why?
5. How many of my resumes really get looked at? 


Based on this entire acceptance needless to say the job search continues daily, so readers until next time........

"I'll Call You......Never"

Yes, it’s been a while, and my excuse is I have been busy. I know I’m unemployed, but still busy, who’d-a-thought? Well, I am taking part in a hot yoga "thirty day challenge" and am 20 days into it, and I am really HOT. I figured I should keep myself busy while unemployed, and become more flexible. Job posting always say they want someone who is able to work well with others in fast paced situations, thus flexible. I have also been busy with interviews and applying for jobs, which really is the main point of this post.

I had two interviews in the past two weeks, sounds promising doesn't it? I thought so too. However, it seems not everyone shares my opinion. Both said they would call me back; one even went as far as to say I would be a "perfect fit." However, neither called back! Now, don't get me wrong, I am not blaming either company, but really, is it necessary for you to tell me you will call?

I now see interviews as going on blind dates, allow me to explain. Like a traditional blind date myself and my "date" are set up, usually through a want ad, funny how it works that way. I send them some information about me, and I have information about them. They call and ask me "out." I, dress up, with my best shoes of course, and usually feel a little nervous. The two of us meet, at this point I'm glad it's an interview and not a real date as hugging would be very inappropriate, but maybe would get me the job, hmmmm (I'm just kidding). I then tell them everything about me, they tell me everything about them, and we both laugh and talk about what we're each looking for in the other, and I always visualize our future together. Five years down the road, sitting in meetings, corporate lunches, full email boxes, promotions, ahhhh I can see it now. An hour or so goes by, the “date” ends and we shake hands and they say they are going to call……but do they, DO THEY?! Not lately! I'm begining to think I should read they book, "He's Just Not That Into You," maybe then I would get the hint. However, on the other hand, I am looking to start a long term relationship with them.

Instead of getting my hopes up by telling me they will call, I would rather them say, “Look Britt, you’re a great girl, but you’re just not what we’re looking for. Thank you for coming and meeting with us, good luck on your search.” But no, instead they say, “thank you, we’ll be in touch next week,” or “thank you, we’ll call you.”

The moral of this story boys and girls, is don’t say you’re going to call if you don’t plan to. This is a lesson for all aspects of life. Until next time…..

Everything is good and I'm better than Everyone else!

How do you get going in the morning? For me it’s taking the dog out, coffee, hair, makeup, shoe choice, grab breakfast out the door, with a spattering of GMA intermixed. Which as I come to the end of my internship and the beginning to what I can only assume are bigger and better things, I realize is something I need to change.

Last week, I came across this video and realized something is obviously wrong with me. This little girl, who can’t be more then 5, is giving herself a pep talk in the mirror in the morning. I feel this is something not only I but everyone should be doing everyday. Instead we just rush though our day mindless, hoping it will end so we can go home.

Imagine how your day would be different if you stood on your bathroom counter in front of the mirror listing everything you liked about yourself and your life and then ended it with saying you could do “everything is good and I'm better then everyone else.” Can you imagine the power you would feel as you head out the door? Okay, the reality of you standing on your bathroom counter is probably small, or impossible if you're like me and don’t even have a bathroom counter, but the idea is there. Why don’t we take time each morning and stand in front of the mirror and say the things we like about ourselves and lives?

I’m thinking about doing this. Every morning for a month, after coffee, shoe choice, and makeup but before running out the door, what if I stand in front of my vanity mirror (ironic I know) and tell myself, with such arm swinging vindication like this little girl, how great I am and all the things I like about myself and life. I wonder if it would be the same everyday, and would my outlook on life and my job search be different? Does personal positive reinforcement really do anything for a person’s day-to-day life? Something to consider and try, I’ll let you know how it goes. Less humor today but uplifting, no? Until next time…..

Come on Boys, Girls can play too!

So I did something today that is rather out of the ordinary for me. I applied for a radio host position. Not just any radio host position but one on 950 KJR, the all sports station. I know what you’re saying, “but Britt you are not a man, you don’t drink beer, and although you have sports knowledge you don’t follow it close.” All of which I would agree, however, my question to you is why not? I mean, what do I really have to lose? Besides, in my opinion, I would be great at it, and here is why.

1. Although, yes I love fashion and am more on the “girly” side, I am often told I think more like a man.

2. I am more sarcastic than most. Yes, partially it runs in the family, but people seem to think its funny, if not insulting, which is sometimes funny, admit it. When I worked in the sports bar men loved my sarcasm. Plus I don’t look all that bad in a football jersey, which in my fashionable opinion is a plus.

3. Why not have a girl as a host, and more importantly why not it be me? Erin Andrews has paved the way for women in sports and she did it still being herself. Plus I have a journalism degree, public relations experience, I learn quickly and I actually can throw a baseball overhand really quite well.

I know this is a strange idea, but I feel what knowledge I have of sports mixed with what I could learn and my dedication would make me a great host. Come on boys, let's have a little diversity in the sports world. Besides I already have a jersey with my name on it.

Until next time…….

Are you a Specialist, or just Special?

Hello readers. This post is not going to teach you a lesson or really have a “light jog, light jog” message like my past posts have. Really, it is just going to be more of an observation than an inspiration.

As some of you may know, my internship ends next Friday and as I look for jobs I realize all of them are for specialists, presidents, managers, or expert. My question to these companies is where do you expect to find these amazing, very qualified people? If you ask me, I would guess the people with 10 to 12 years experience who have the ability to be a “specialist” or a “manager” either have jobs. On that note how do they expect someone like myself and the young age of 30 to have 10 to 12 years experience? That would mean I got an awesome job at 18 or 20, doubtful. 

I propose to you hiring companies, to look to those of us with not the amount of experience but instead the drive and ambition to become a “specialist.” Whatever knowledge we lack could be quickly learned and then we could be molded into the amazing specialist, president, or manager they are looking for. President Britt, has sort of a ring to it.

Until next time….

That's Right I'm a Gigonomicist...

So I recently discovered I am more of a trendsetter than I actually realized. Two days ago I was watching Good Morning America during my morning coffee and makeup ritual. They were talking about the new “thing” in the job market right now, called Gigonomics.

Gigonomics, for all you who choose to watch the Today show and not Good Morning America, is how a number of unemployed people in today’s society are doing odd jobs using skills they already have as a way to stay financially afloat, till they are able to find "real" employment. 

As my internship comes to an end in two and a half weeks and I begin to try to figure out how to keep myself busy without the enjoyment of full time employment, I’ve discovered I have will be partaking in gigonomics unknowingly. One may say I am a gigonomicist (yeah it’s a word). For example, I will be helping out the Illy coffee rep at a fashion show serving espresso. Luckily, my first job was as a barista, so I of course know how to use an espresso machine. Then come June, I will start some contract work using my public relation and social media "skills" while I wait for real employment. I will also, occasionally dabble in secretarial work and an occasional blog post or piece of copy.

Although this is not my ideal situation, for now it works and continues to add to my "eclectic" number of references. Don’t get me wrong I am still desperately looking for full time employment but until then, just call me Britt the Gigonomicist. Maybe I should have business cards printed....until next time.

Light Jog Light Jog

Six weeks ago I convinced my friend Alyson to sign up for a ten week boot camp with me, held outside twice a week for an hour and a half. She signed up, mainly because I told her only the great things about it; gaining of guns (muscle), great way to get in shape, and the inches you loose. What I did not happen to tell her was how much it would rain, that she would get some sort of eye infection, that her ass would hurt, and she would hate me every Tuesday and Thursday for the next ten weeks. I knew better than to tell her this part, I wanted to sell her on the idea.

Well we are in our seventh week and although she hates me every other day she still is pushing through; we even signed up for the next ten week session. How did I get Alyson so sign up again or really even stick with it, because let’s face it boot camp SUCKS! Ok, I actually kind of enjoy it. I have yet to figure out what I enjoy the most; the being soaking wet as I am yelled at and mascara is running down my face, in that oh so attractive manner, the laying in mud (at least I hope it’s mud), or maybe it the feeling of accomplishment. I think the best part is mainly the running. In boot camp, as you would expect, you don’t just run a little, you run MILES. All this running would be fine if it was flat miles, but hills, dog runs, forests, and oily wet parking lots, are not flat miles. Did I mention boot camp SUCKS?!

Well, when Alyson and I are running, being the speed demon that I am (not really) I run much faster than Alyson. However, I don’t want her to give up, no one wants their friends to give up. So what I do is run next to Alyson and say, probably to her annoyance, “Light jog, Light jog.” At first this was a joke. However, it has now turned into our mantra for accomplishing things that are hard. When I had to run that final hill last Wednesday I had no strength left and I heard my voice in my head saying “light jog light jog”. Alyson told me she hears the same thing, even when I am not running next to her, “light jog light jog.”

SOO, what does this have to do with my not having a job, which I still don’t. EVERYTHING! Basically, what I found is that in order to find a job you must constantly “light jog, light jog.” Clearly I am not going to get anywhere in a sprint, I am not a sprint runner, never have been. However, I sometimes think I am a sprint runner in life. I get all excited and think I will succeed the first time and as fast as I can go and than realize it is not at all how I hoped and I get tired, frustrated and pass out, metaphorically of course. Based on this, I have found I must remember to keep my voice in my head telling me to always “light jog light jog” and I will get to where I am going, hills, rain, mud and all.

With that said, the question arises of whether it is bad to hear voices in your head? Doesn’t that mean you are schizophrenic? For that matter is it narcissistic to hear my own voice in my own head? I mean Alyson hearing me is one thing but me hearing me? I suppose my schizophrenia should be saved for an entirely different post (Or should it? I don't know. I think it should. Me too). Until next time……

No More Clouds!

For any of you who truly follow my blog, you probably noticed I had a bit of a break down/through last night, while coming face-to-face with my Julie and Julia fear. I’m not proud of it but it had to happen. Since, my mini movie break down I feel a bit better. No, I unfortunately didn’t get a job offer from somewhere amazing between 1am and now, nor did I figured out answers to my many life questions. I did however change my attitude and decide it was time to move my personal raincloud, put on my purple shoes and step into the sunshine…at least it sounds empowering.

Plus, I have a feeling something exciting and life changing is going to happen, soon. I don’t know what, but considering I get these feelings once in a while and something usually does happen, I usually take heed. I understand it could just be sheer coincidence, but in my mind I am slightly psychic, something I have tried to convince my husband of for years. Whatever it is, the best I could describe it as is a awakening, but not in the crazy, metaphysical sense as my Mother's belief in the Secret.

So back to life moving, this is just what I am doing, moving, or at least trying. I don’t know what this means or fully how to make this happen, but I have found, much like Julia, that I do better in life with projects. Which is why I have started refinishing my Adirondack chairs which I originally painted black. I feel that they actually need to be the BRIGHTEST BLUE I can find, or maybe orange. This should keep me going for a while, or at least until my "psychic something" happens; stop rolling your eyes.

Stay tuned….

I Hate You Comma, Period!

So I am aware it has been a month since I last posted, and what a month it has been. My first month into my thirties and I already feel like it's been an eternity, and have learned way too much about my own faults for my own good, okay, that is probably a bit dramatic. Most of these newly discovered "faults" of mine have surfaced through my partial re-entry into the working world, making it sting all that much more. The unfortunate part was the hit to my self esteem these shortcomings have produced. I knew I had some "problems" with spelling and grammar but I didn't know it was a full-blown disability, if I had I would have majored in business or something not journalism in college. My new found "inabilities" make me feel like one of those people who go on American Idol thinking they are the best singer and then Simon telling them they are horrible and they are crushed because they never knew. Yep that's me, the Italian William Hung. Next I'll find out I have horrible taste in shoes (Gasp!).

My inability to spell is nothing new to me, I was pretty much aware of it and when asked, "what is something you have to work on?", in job interviews I always say "spelling", however I didn't know the severity of my situation. When discussing this with my mother she seemed to think I used to be a very good speller. Clearly she forgets making me carry a dictionary at the tender age of nine with me always so I could look up the spelling of words and their definitions. When I reached junior high and technology was becoming more portable, my parents gave me, I believe for a birthday present (hey thanks Mom and Dad, swell!), a digital spell checker to replace the dictionary. After three years I was upgraded to a much sleeker model in high school and finally in college I moved on to a computer with of course Microsoft word. I still use Word, and have dictonary.com downloaded on my phone, but for some reason it doesn't seem to be doing me any good. First off Word is highly deceiving, half the time I depend on Word and it only makes it worse because people say, "well didn't you spell check it?" Of course I spell checked it, I may have missed whatever point in life I learn to spell and punctuate, but I did not miss, common sense 101. As I said earlier, I didn't know how bad this misspelling infection was. But in my defense why does the stupid English language have two words "Then" and "Than", which essentially sound exactly the same but one is for time and other for comparing? #fail if you ask me (see me on twitter). I know there are other words, "Too" and "To" which also recently became the bain of my existence, "Their", "There", "They're" (these I for some reason understand). Based on this inability to use the English language correctly, I will never again be privy to that group of people, as I once was, who yell at cab drivers and telling them to learn English. Don't learn English Mr. Cab driver, it's too hard, continue to speak your language, which we can't understand, it's fine.

Another broken piece of me, which you kind readers probably have noticed, but my brother often helps me hide, is punctuation. When I asked my friends and husband about my “colorful” punctuation, they all say "you just write as you speak," like it's no big deal. Thank you? This inability wouldn't be a big deal if I was well established, in some sort of amazing writing employment and that was my shtick, but as you know it's not. This is not the first time I have heard this either. When I was a Junior in high school I took AP English (shocking isn't it, clearly I didn't do me much good) and my teacher, Mrs. Straub, told me my writing would be fine if I was dead. She then (notice correct usage) proceeded to tell me I write like Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Faulkner, which is not a bad comparison in my book. However, when they wrote their classic works of literature everybody hated the way they wrote and it wasn't until their deaths before anyone took notice. Not that being a author is my life dream but I would someday like for people to appreciate my writing and not think I was raised in the woods and never attended elementary school, where I believe is where one would learn to spell and use grammar.

After the month of "self realizations" I am now trying to counter-act these inabilities, which are not as easy as you would think. I own Shrunk and White and can read, but when I read about punctuation it doesn't make sense. In my mind I am using it correctly. The spelling thing I'm working on. But grammar, how does one "relearn", or in my case learn, grammar at thirty? Yes, I could go take a college course. I have looked and would be very successful if I didn't speak English or didn't work during the day, but do to the fact I do, and can, I can't just sign up anywhere. I could take editing classes, but I feel that I would be the one being edited, so that might not be as useful either. So at the moment I am strategizing my next move and working on the use of "Then/Than" and "To/Too" with the hope I can find a grammar class sooner then later. If not, when my internship ends I might have to take up employment with the San Francisco Giants jersey printers. I guess there really is a fit for everyone.

It's My Birthday Biatchs, and for it I got a Job....Well Sort of

Oh the timing. Today is my 30th birthday. For those of you who read this blog on a regular basis know, when I was 25 I promised myself that by the time I turned 30 I was going to have the job of my dreams. As the unsettling hour approached I began to get more and more nervous, and last week I essentiality gave up. But then today the career God’s decided to look down on me and say “yes Britt, we want you to reenter the career world.” Although not completely a career, I got an internship! But not just any internship, I got an internship that “gets me.”

Randall PR, atop the glamorous Fairmont Hotel, will be my PR learning haven for the next three months. I could not be more excited. In my opinion, if Sex and the City was a PR firm it would be Randall PR. I mean they wear heels, all of them. Did I mention they get me? I am aware I am a little quirky. Other places I have interviewed did not understand my desire to do a job where I combined my public relations training, journalism degree, and social media. Randall is different; they understand what I want and think it’s great, and want to use it.

So my friends, today I turn 30. Instead of not being mature about not having a job at 30 I will accept it with open arms. The adult I am today will take this internship by the heels and be the best intern Randall PR has ever had. But don’t worry faithful readers, I still don’t have a “career”, so soinsoout will still run strong. At least now I am not SO out anymore. Happy Birthday to me, come on 30 bring it on, I’m not scared!!!

Networking Sluts

Today I read a tweet link about how finding a job is basically all about networking. This is also something my 24-year-old brother (who believes he knows everything about everything) always tells me. On the one hand I completely agree, really you are not going to get anywhere if you don’t go out and meet people. From my job hunting experience so far I have learned you can email your resume to potential “new bosses” everyday, but usually it just falls on deaf ears. Or in my case, "deaf" inboxes. If you don’t know anyone or unless you have a resume that makes you SO overqualified or unique you jump out of their computer and punch your potential boss in the face, you end up getting hit with the delete key.

On the other hand, I sometimes feel, going to networking events is a waste of time. If you go to more than one networking event where usually the same people are you begin to look like a networking slut. When I can, I attend Social Media Club (SMC) of Seattle's monthly get togethers and am part of a public relations book club and have attended a few other events here and there. Don’t get me wrong I have met some people who have been very useful to me in one way or another; Tony, my graphic designer friend for instance. But for the most part I find these networking events to be sometimes tedious and a waste of my time. Plus, unless you are fully and one hundred percent skilled in the words of Dale Carnegie's "How to Win Friends and Influnce People," you probably will not be as successful at these events as you or Dale Carnegie would have hoped.

I know your thinking, “well, Britt if you are not going to go to events why are you complaining about not having a job?” I’m not saying that, what I am saying, is I don’t find networking and networking events all that easy to be at. For the most part people with jobs at networking events know the only reason you are talking to them is because you don’t have a job, especially in this current economy. I went to the January SMC event, obviously jobless, where a guy had a sign on his back that said “Job hunter.” I bet this was not his first event and he is probably part of the group of networking sluts I spoke of earlier.

So I ask, how are you supposed to network without looking to desperate? It’s almost as if they should have speed dating for job hunters, no not a job fair, something more professional. Employers would line up and each would get three minutes to speak with “potential” candidates. After the event is over if they liked you, everyone would exchanges info and you would come in for a more formal interview. However if the chemistry wasn’t there everyone would go their separate ways. No idol chit chat, no ridiculous “thank you, I had a great time” just wham bam thank you ma'am, you have yourself the job.

Dancing Stick Figures & Fashionable Spies

With a great deal of extra time on my hands, and my daily perusing of Craiglist, I have begun to think of many forms of employment I would have liked to pursue in my life, other than PR or writing. View this kind of like when you were little and had to write about what you want to be when you grow up, this is my "I wish I could have been, but never could be when I grow up" list.

1. Tattoo artist: I would love to be a tattoo artist. Unfortunately I can’t draw. Unless there is a major calling for stick figures, clouds, or shaggy dogs. My dream of becoming Kat Von D is not very likely. I guess I will just have to stick with getting rather than giving tattoos. However, Kat when you need an artist who specializes in stick figures, I'm your girl.

2. Professional dancer: If it's a dance movie, I have probably seen it. Anything from ballet, ballroom or hip hop, this girl loves her dance flicks. However, as you can tell by my blog banner, I am white and lack all sense of rhythm thus my dance career was over before it even started. Therefore I must live vicariously through dance movies. Step Up 2 is one of my favorites, and in my perfect world Beyonce would decide to become my best friend and teach me to dance.


3. Fashion designer: I love clothes and have a million ideas for great pieces. However, based on my sewing ability this is a little more than a pipe dream. Example; yesterday I tried to sew buttons on a shirt, every button was crooked. Luckily my friend Kristi, who can sew which is why were friends, fixed them. I am pretty sure junior high home ec students could do a better job. Oh, in addition to my lack of sewing ability, remember, I still can’t draw.


4. Spy: Really I don’t know what qualifications one needs to be a spy. According to movies and my brother, you must first be an orphan; second, lose your memory; third, have no major personal ties, and fourth be able to do back flips off building and drive like Jason Stathum. Much to my spy dream dismay I was born to a large Italian family and have quite a few personal ties, but the the back flips shouldn't be a problem.



Overall, in my constant job search I guess writing and PR are my best fit. But a girl can dream can't she. However, next time I am searching Craigslist and come across an ad for tattooer whose specality is stick figures and shaggy dogs you know I will be the first to apply.

Interships are the New Black

In case you are keeping track I have been unemployed for almost six months, and my 30th birthday is looming oh so close. It is due to these factors, I have decided it is time to swallow my pride and do what I thought I was too old to do, find myself an internship.

I know, I know, it’s not that bad. Internships teach you a lot and provide real on the job training. My problem with this new venture, is that I view interns as being; very young and rather inexperienced. Which I know is a mind frame I need to change.

Last week, I had lunch with my snarky friend Alyson, whom I met while attending the UW PR Masters Certificate program. Alyson, at the young age of twenty four, is my current career inspiration; Beyonce and Kelly Cutrone seemed a bit out of reach. A few months ago, she finished a three month internship with a really great boutique PR firm Duo PR, where she learned everything and met what seems like everyone. When it ended Alyson, was temporarily out of a job. Don’t worry, Alyson’s story is not sad, she was able to use her internship experience to recently land a great position with Edelman.

As I said, Alyson is only twenty four, which is in the age category which falls within the range I have been an ageist with my feelings towards in interns. She knows this and has accepted the fact, but really she gets the last laugh. For she was only unemployed for one month and has now found a great job and I have been unemployed going on six months.

Thus to conclude, I have had an internship change of heart and must go out and find one knowing it will provide me with the skills and tools needed to find my true career. So to all of you businesses out there, I am ready to get coffee, file papers, organize, stuff envelopes, and do whatever else I need to do to propel myself in the right direction.

Besides, I heard internships are SOOO in for Spring, all the cool kids are getting one.

If the Shoe Fits.....

After my whiny, post last week, I realized it was time to make a change. On the advice of my far to opinionated housemate, I narrowed my occupational search, and broadened my geographical one. To my surprise, both seemed greatly useful. I now have a job interview on Thursday and a phone interview Monday! I am not going to discuss either for fear of jinxing them. However I am going to discuss my thoughts on interviews themselves.

While I am sure this is not unique to myself, I find interviews to be extremely nerve racking. First of all, I don’t know this person, yet they know a great deal about me. I feel it‘s kind of like a one sided speed dating. Especially, since lately in job posts they often ask me to include a current picture of myself. You would think they would look on one of the many social media outlets I am on. Is the need for a picture to know if I have a full beard before I walk in so they won’t stare? Or maybe if I am morbidly obese so they would know what size chair to put out? I’m applying for copywriting and social media positions I did not know my outward appearance would be a deciding factor. I could understand if I was applying to be a go go dancer or a model (at 5’4” that would be interesting).

Interviews always make me wonder, will the Koi fish tattooed on my foot be a problem (my parents secretly think so)? How about spending my waking life in 5” heals and that I am not a huge fan of jeans, will these be an “issue“? Don’t laugh it‘s happened before, casuals just not my thing. What about my Starbucks addiction? A lot of people don't like them.

Companies say they want you to be yourself, but how much of myself should I be? My outward appearance says a lot and I know they have read my blog, or so they say. One would assume they should already know what to expect.

I guess it all comes down to the fit. If I go in and they don’t like my appearance and don’t find me to be the “right fit,” then I probably don’t want to work there anyways. I have made that mistake in the past, and as I said it’s time for a change, although I don't mean a change of clothes or shoes.