Through extreme luck, various lattes of mostly caramel syrup flavoring, combined with multiple shots of espresso and an EXTREME (borderline ridiculous) distribution of resumes to probably over 100 employers, my small, pink jean wearing frame, now has seven interviews and aptitude tests to begin. Everything seems to be falling into place right? These are all wonderful positions with great salary and benefits. (Almost) Every Human Resource agent I have spoken to has (magically) pronounced my name correctly as well (Mac-La-More- in case you were wondering).
What’s issue you ask? Why the drear tone Lacey?
Ladies and gentleman I will let you in on very covert information. I am less than 5 feet tall. I weigh less than 100 pounds and I am convinced that no one, NO ONE, makes a powerhouse business suit in my size.
This is obviously extremely unfortunate for me. After all, I am a powerhouse woman; I should have powerhouse dress, (pink jeans I am currently wearing included here) and, quite frankly, I don’t understand WHY this is such a feat. Perhaps in the future position I’ll have my outfits specially made and I’ll become so famous that they will mimic each of my suits, evening gowns, and heels (size 2) for the rest of the height challenged population.
And I will feel I have changed the world.