When I was 18, and a struggling college student, I was so desperate for a promotion. My boss was a handsome, mid 50’s guy- who had it all. The dream company, homes, cars, women- all of it. I was the nerdy intern working the desk in the warehouse- but I knew he respected me and provided me with my first big opportunity, and I felt as though I would always owe him for that.
I was working late one night, and had to get ready to go out with my friends while still at work. Aside from a few shop guys, everyone else was gone, so I felt comfortable sneaking off into the back room and sliding into some barely there micro dress and some unnecessarily high heels (the obvious choice for trying to look older and get past club bouncers). Just as I was about to leave, the main desk phone rings… and in my new and in no way work appropriate outfit – I had to walk past those last remaining shop guys to answer it.
Their jaws probably stayed on that cold concrete floor til the next morning.