The importance of beauty while job hunting

Do not let anybody tell you that physical appearance while job hunting is not important. It is important. It is very important.

Forget a diploma. Forget experience. Forget everything you ever heard was important to successfully securing a job. Breasts, that's what you need! And the more there is to put on display, the better.

Successful ladies do not hide their biggest assets in a sensible white bra. No, they choose a frilly lacy thing, and put what Mother Nature or a good surgeon gave them on display.

But don't take my word for it. Next time you are in town during business hours, take a look around you. See the young women traipsing around in their business suits? Skirts so tight they can barely set one foot in front of the other, with shirts and jackets straining over their bosoms. Let's not forget their stylish feet, pushed into high heeled shoes that make you wonder why gravity isn't working. And, yes, a trendy designer bag slung over their shoulders. Are these women unemployed?  I think not.

Just the other day a vacancy for an administrative specialist became available in the office where I used to work. Human Resources were reluctant to hire someone outright; so a temp-to-perm position was are created.

An employment agency was contacted and they sent a temp. Her name was Angela. Angela was forty-seven years old and barely stood five feet tall. Angela lasted three weeks. She was there at 9:00 a.m. and at 10:00 she was gone.

Next in line was Nicole. Nicole was the complete opposite from Angela. Although she too was forty-seven years old, this woman was built like a wrestler. Arms that could stop a bus, legs like heavy load pillars. This no nonsense image was further enhanced by her daily tweed or knitted outfits, with skirts well below the knee, blouses buttoned up to the neck and sturdy lace-up shoes. Nicole lasted one week and then she too was gone.

I was in the Human Resources office when the manager, who needed the administrative specialist, came to make his wishes known.  "Get me someone young," he commanded.  "Someone, if not beautiful, then at least attractive." 

Apparently "attractive" means different things to different people. The manager's wish was apparently Human Resources command, because the following day we got word that Tinny was to start work the following Monday. Tinny? Eyebrows lifted and meaningful glances were exchanged. 

The moment Tinny walked in I knew she was going to be a keeper. She was in her early twenties; average height, average weight, and if my eyes didn't deceive me, a D-cup bra. If she was wearing a bra.  It was hard to tell as I didn't see the telltale signs of shoulder straps. I did see plenty of flesh though. Flesh spilling out of a shirt that was at least two sizes too small and more flesh when she sat down and crossed her elegant legs. Two months down the line Tinny was hired full time.

It's hard not to sound a little bitter as I look for my own temp-to-perm job.  No one has ever complained about the quality of my work, but at an advanced age I’m no longer a "Tinny" .

Age discrimination is alive and well, in Canada anyway. I don't know how physical appearance applies to male job hunters, but beautiful, well endowed, young females definitely have an advantage over those with - shall we say - less impressive fixed assets.