On November 10, I blogged about a middle-aged woman friend of mine who’s been trying to find a job since May.
I offered this closing comment:
This could mean that, unless she stumbles across an enlightened employer who will ignore which bathroom she uses and focuses instead on her credentials, my friend could be out of work for a very long time.
Well, I’m happy to report that within a week of that entry, my friend got a good offer, with a decent salary and benefits, from a local company that evidently doesn’t care whether a qualified employee sits on the throne or stands in front of it.
Good for her. And good for them.