Dear Portland: I love you. I love all of your quirks. I love that I can have a million piercings and have bright-colored hair and nobody bats an eye or thinks twice. But it wasn’t until I decided to accept a job in a nearby city that I realized how much I love you. If a job is going to hire you when you apply with bright pink hair and piercings, you’d think they’d mention company policy before offering you a job! But no, this poor excuse for a company doesn’t mention it until the day I start! Luckily, I’ll be back in Portland soon, in a place that allows me to express myself. No amount of money is worth being miserable in a job that makes you afraid to be yourself. Keep Portland weird.—Anonymous
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