When Penelope and I walked into the lobby of West Group, carrying all my photography gear, a strange feeling came over me. As we boarded the elevator to the top floor, I turned to Penelope. “I can't believe I worked here for five years. It feels like a lifetime ago.” “I bet,” said Penelope. When the elevator stopped and we got off, Penelope noticed all the men and women walking by were dressed in conservative business attire. “I just can't believe you dressed like this everyday. How boring,” she muttered. We carried my equipment toward the main meeting room. We ran into several of my old co-workers along the way. People were very friendly and shocked to realize I was back in the office, not to work as a recruiter, but as a photographer. As we got everything setup in the large meeting room, Emma stopped by to make sure we didn't need anything. “I think we've got it covered,” I said. “Oh, Em. I want you to meet Penelope, she's a good friend of mine.” Penelope stepped away from the lighting rig she was setting up and shook Emma's hand.
