After my bachelors degree was over, I started my job hunt but there weren’t many opportunities for a sociology major in the market. That was when a job posting for the post of an executive secretary to the CEO of a major marketing firm popped up on my LinkedIn. Facing a severe dearth of options, I applied for that position and surprisingly I was called to the interview. The day of the interview, I wore a black shirt that was just a little bit too low cut to be interview appropriate and a pair of trousers that were so tight that they looked like they had been painted on me. When I walked into the CEO’s office, I found out that he was in his mid 30s and very, very desirable. He had an aura of arrogance around him that made me want to get down on my knees and unzip his pants even before he was done reading my resume. Curtailing my inappropriate thoughts, I managed to get through the interview. It may have been my imagination, but I often caught him staring at my cleavage. It was either my bra size or my grades that got me the job, but based on what I know about men, I’d vouch for the former.