My nerves were on overdrive, my palms were sweaty and my mind was going a mile a minute. The waiting room was pristine; the floors were shiny white marble with black and tan streaks, the walls where white marble with a black lettered sign stating the firm’s name. The receptionist was in front of a feature wall, with etched glass that looked like a waterfall, her desk was organized and matched the untouchable feeling the room emanated. “Good morning, my name is Ani I am here for the 11:00 A.M. interview with Mrs. Coryea.”, she responded with a smile “Mrs. Coryea, will be with you in just a few minutes” and asked me to take a seat. There were three white accent chairs with black extremities. Between the chairs, there were small side tables with lamps or books and in the center a black wood coffee table with an orchid flower arrangement. As I walked towards one of the accent chairs I stared into the large mirror hung behind the chairs analyzing myself. Goodness, did I choose the right attire? Fear crept in further as I realized I was not dressed elegantly enough for this place, with my suit from Marshall’s clearance isle and no brand name pumps. Did I put on enough makeup? Is my bun a little sideways? What would they think of me? Would they be able to tell right away that I did not fit in?
A few minutes into my agony Mrs. Coryea came out and escorted me to her office through a glass door past the receptionist area. She was a short woman with a sweet smile and short blonde hair that had slight curls at the end. As we walked into her office it felt as if we walked into a different place. Her walls were painted cream with the bottom half white crown molding. There was an area set up resembling a small living room with a couch and two chairs facing the couch as well as a small coffee table and a white soft chevron accent rug. On the wall, there was an electric fireplace with a large wall clock above it. On the other side of the office was a white wooden desk and bookcases full of books with my restaurant linen napkins. As I took a seat on the couch and felt the soft rug under my feet, I looked up at Mrs. Coryea’s smiling face my fear left me for just long enough to be myself.
From the attire that we choose to the decorations that we fill our spaces with, it represents a piece of ourselves. In itself, it tells a story of whom we are as well as whom we want to be, the choices we have made, and how those choices define us. It gives our guests the first impression of who we are but it also makes us feel a certain way. Surround yourself with what makes you happy, what you want others to know about you, or what you want others to perceive you. That is the power of accents and the human perception.