By Felicity Edwards
Oh god, here we go. This is it. After nervously glancing at my calendar for the last three weeks, the evening has finally come. Networking event? Pah. I can do this.
I've done the mantra. I am a strong, independent, successful woman who will kick ass. I'll be charming, personable, humorous and witty. I give myself a once over. Yep, the outfit is on point and for once I'm not over caffeinated to the point of twitching and my demeanour doesn't reek of a 12 hour shift.
Before entering the dragon's den, I take a deep breath. I squint as I take in the sea of sharply dressed people mingling, laughing, nodding and frowning at each other. I pick up a glass of perspiring white wine from the drinks table and beeline it to the nearest group.
Awkwardly hovering the outside the chatty circle, I hear a comment about equities and they all break into polite laughter. A man on the outer ring wearing a designer shirt takes notice of me and walks over to introduce himself. We exchange names, then he asks what I do. I smile and answer. Instantly his own friendly smirk melts into a solemness It’s as if I told him I worked for the Church of Euthanasia. <