When I was 24, I was between jobs. Scratch that. I had absolutely no career path. I had graduated from college, moved to Boston, nannied a for year, been a camp counselor, been a personal trainer, and then been another camp counselor. I did not know what to do with my life. So one day I perched myself at local fro yo place that had free Wi-Fi (because I was too poor to have cable and internet in my 150 square foot studio). And with a borrowed computer, I applied for every single job that sounded interesting to me. Even if I had zero experience. I emailed business owners in the industry I was interested in, which at the time, was fashion. I applied to big retailers and to boutiques. I applied to sell, market, merchandise, style, mop the floors. Maybe a hundred jobs. Not one single person who owned a business wrote me back. But guess who did?