It all began with a haircut...

Dear readers, let me give you a bit of context to situate the project.  (I have a feeling that you will determine sooner or later the true identity of Podiatry.  But I ask that we never refer to it as such to protect my mole-ness and my secret identity.  Nevertheless, you are about to get some clues that will give you insight into the nature of the establishment.)

The thing about Podiatry is that my eyes like to look at its interior and my body covets its goods, but I don't like going in there because I feel out-of-its-league; meaning the things are expensive and I don't feel as if I fit in with the clientele or the shopkeeps.  I feel underdressed or dressed wrongly or..simply as if my being doesn't fit in with the aesthetic.

As a part of my great job-search-of-the-spring-of-2011, I, on a whim, entered into the somewhat terrifying walls of Podiatry, not expecting anything to pan out, with the simple wish of seeing whether or not they were seeking employees.  (Half the battle of landing a job is timing: finding a place that actually needs warm bodies to hock their goods.)  I was "in luck" in that they indeed needed bodies, and they informed me that they were having open interviews that very night at 6pm.  Seeing as its rare to actually be afforded a face-to-face chat with a potential employer, I decided to take this opportunity.  But if I can hardly feel comfortable going in there, how could I even think that I'd be accepted as an employee?

MY HAIR.  I recently got a bold, some would say stylish some would say asinine, haircut that when styled correctly makes me look edgy and interesting and when not styled makes me look a little bit like my 57 year old mother.  My instinct was that Podiatry would get a certain impression of me (right or wrong) thanks to my styled hair.  "Look! An edgy..." (read fashionable and thus at least somewhat well-off) "...lady with spunk, attitude, and overall appeal.  This lady will be perfect for roping in customers."

Perhaps it wasn't just my hair that got me hired.  Who knows.  That's part of what I want to find out as a mole in Podiatry.  Are the workers hired simply as another part of the interior design element?  Is it more of a mixture of competency and personal grooming habits that lands you a job at Podiatry?  Am I all making it up?

But I'll have to do some investigation to figure this all out.  In the meantime, I need to start crafting my persona.  Who is Nelson Mandela?