Dressed for success 1/4: A good impression
I was alone in a small office building with a man at least twice my age, ostensibly interviewing for an account-manager position. But, in...
Dressed for success 2/4: An unlikely stroll
Philadelphia’s signature aroma in the late 1980s was a distinctive blend of diesel fuel, urine, and a few hundred years of accumulated...
Dressed for success 3/4: The trench coat incident
With dress shoes tucked in my shoulder bag, I wandered home on sneakered feet, making my way noiselessly from one streetlamp’s circle of...
Dressed for success 4/4: Tested on bunnies
It was the early 1990s, and I was a technician at a major software company, back when they still had in-house technical support...
