I knew I was in trouble when I walked in the room and was surrounded by suits, expensive cologne and lots and lots of hair gel!
Actually the people were wearing the suits, cologne and lots of hair gel. I was wearing my suede brown boots, my brown hippie skirt, simple white thermal top and my red wool jacket that I got on clearance at Old Navy. A few weeks ago a acquaintance called me up and invited me to learn more about a part- time online opportunity. I took the invite as a nice gesture and planned on making it to the meeting, but missed it due to schedule conflicts. About a week later he returned my call and invited me to another meeting. So that was the meeting I walked into and immediately realized I was in the wrong place. Don't get me wrong. I know the intentions of this acquaintance were good, the people were kind, they tried their best to make me feel welcome - but artsy idealist me was never going to have the excitement and enthusiasm for numbers and marketing that these folks did. I even met up with an old school mate that I hadn't seen in years and he kept reassuring me that, " You are