Updated: Aug 2, 2021
“ A recruiter stares down at the paper. “Are you kidding me?” she gasps. “I know, I have to cut my hair,” I reply sadly, misunderstanding."
My girlfriend and I have graduated from Binghamton University, and with her degree in nursing she is able to secure a job and housing for us in New York. A communications major and lack of any real goals make my first career move unpredictable and intimidating. I have lost 150 pounds over my four college years and am finally able to buy clothes on trend, my hair falling long to my shoulders and down my back. The first recruiter I meet shakes her head with disgust, and in a thick Brooklyn accent, says "Ugh, you’re not going to be accepted anywhere until you cut that hair and get a real suit.” Later that afternoon, I walk into a second agency, still feeling the blow of the rejection, and my irritation drives me to knock out a typing test of 98 words in one minute without a single mistake. A recruiter stares down at the paper. “Are you kidding me?” she gasps. “I know, I have to cut my hair,” I reply sadly, misunderstanding. She laughs, putting her hand on my shoulder. “My dear,” she says, holding up the test, “Never, ever change who you are for a job. Let the right job find you.”