Back in 2006, when The Devil Wears Prada first came out, I was Andy.
The assistant merchandiser running around making the impossible happen, solving problems no one else wanted to touch, and rarely getting credit for the work.
I watched girls with fewer qualification but the “right background get promoted before me. I was even asked to train some of them.
Sound familiar?
Fast forward to May 18, 2012—the day my boss, always dressed in Donna Karan, essentially forced me to quit.
Ironically, It was supposed to be my dream job.
That night, over a double date with our friends Tania and Kamil, I said out loud the idea I had been carrying for 2 years:
“What if I started a styling business…would anyone actually hire me?”
It was the same dream I had manifested at 16, even if I couldn’t fully see it yet.
We’ve all been Andy at some point in our careers: working hard, proving ourselves, waiting for someone else to validate our worth.
Sometimes the biggest promotion is the one you give yourself.