tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381423588474520645.post1161513316967511052..comments2023-05-21T06:16:10.477-05:00Comments on Not by Might: Tucking In {Order amidst the Chaos}Krista Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213297629628526140noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381423588474520645.post-87670215055145120212016-03-01T09:15:48.011-06:002016-03-01T09:15:48.011-06:00Can I share a moment of humiliated solidarity? Thi...Can I share a moment of humiliated solidarity? This happened to me. At Texas A&M. In 1993. I was about to graduate, and had some interviews for teaching jobs at the on-campus employment center. I was wearing a flowy floral-print dress with a linen blazer. White panty hose (remember those?). No modesty shorts. I had been to the bathroom, waltzed up a sweeping staircase, and walked into a huge reception room full of hundreds of other students interviewing for jobs. I was signing in, when I heard a whisper behind me. It was a friend I had met student teaching. "Patti. It's Adrienne. I am just going to pull your skirt out of your panty hose." As I felt that dress billow back down, you can imagine that I pondered not turning around, and instead slinking out of the employment center, never to return. My face is prickling with the memory--23 years later. I decided to stay, but, like you, I was teary and shaky. My first interview was with Highland Park. I wasn't from Dallas, but I knew enough. I bombed. That one, and the other three. I did not get a job that day. <br /><br />So. It did become a funny anecdote at some point. I did learn a deep lesson about humility. Now we are in a sisterhood--the sisterhood of the not-meant-to-be-seen pants??Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07226917078792671794noreply@blogger.com