One day last week, I hopped on the bank of elevators to take me to the 22nd floor to pick up name tags for a networking event in Chicago. On the elevator with me were two gentlemen; both kind enough looking fellas but with markedly distinct clothing preferences.
It is important, at least for my little experiment, to note that the elevators at my office building have monitors that let you know what business each floor holds. As such, I thought I’d do a small experiment in my ability to read people based solely on appearance. (One might call this judging, but I meant no harm by it, truly.)
Sure enough, our friend in the thick black glasses, khaki slacks and laptop bag with the tech-geek aura hopped off on the Technology floor and our other friend wearing the full suit (sans tie) with the intellectual, nerdy vibe exited onto the Investment Banking floor. Then, of course, there was me in my pretty purple dress with my blonde curls bouncing as I strode onto the Human Capital Management/Conference Services floor.
