Drenched...

I had an interview today.  It was a good interview... really good.  Even if I don't get this job... or even if I don't take this job...  it was awfully nice to sit down with interviewers who asked intelligent questions and treated me with respect. 

There was this one little issue though...

Due to construction, I had to park about half a mile away from the building where the interview was to take place.  No big deal.  I really don't mind walking half a mile.  However, I do hate shoes.  If you know me, you probably also know that I own one pair of heels that I wear... well... everywhere if something classier than flip flops are required.  My heels didn't really care to walk that far, but I survived.

That wasn't the issue...

Near the end of the interview, it started to rain.  Seeing as it was bright and sunny on my way in and I was listening to radio programming that promised this awful drought might last until fall, I didn't bring an umbrella with me.  OK...  let's face it.  Even if it had been raining when I got out of the car, I probably would have neglected to grab an umbrella.  I'm not really an umbrella kind of girl.

This presented a problem of sorts, however... this lack of umbrella.  It was really raining!  So upon exiting the building I did some quick talking to myself.  Should I just walk around the campus carrying my heels?  It would be faster.  Then again, I'd probably look sort of stupid.  Then again, I probably already looked sort of stupid.  I kept the shoes on.   

And then, losing all sense of direction, I proceeded to circle the building I'd just left.  Feeling beyond ridiculous at this point... and hoping against hope that no one was watching me through a window...  I headed in another direction and wished my van would appear.  It was about at this time that I realized I was the only person outside... and then the storm sirens started.  I can say, with confidence, that this was the only time in my life that I actually considered "borrowing" an unoccupied golf cart (marked as a service vehicle... and I did need service).  I did not, however, act on this whim...

I actually laughed out loud and hoped that God wasn't going to give me a sign about whether or not this job was for me with a lightning bolt for emphasis...

And I stopped long enough (after I got out from under some trees) to pull my shoes off, because now it didn't matter to me all that much how absurd this all looked.  I needed to be fast... assuming I could determine which direction to go, after all...

Eventually (and I do mean that kind of eventually that happens after you are soaked to the bone), I spotted the construction site... and the van... and put my shoes back on, because although they were sure to slow me down; I just don't think it's good protocol to walk barefoot through a construction site filled with puddles.

I think this was about the time the sirens stopped screeching.  I thought about pulling my keys out, but... well...  I still wasn't so sure about the lightning...

I got to the van... unlocked it and jumped in as quickly as possible...  pulled the stinkin' shoes off again... switched to flip flops... wiped my glasses down with Kleenex, because I sure didn't have any dry piece of clothing on my body... and just sighed.  It was a cold, wet drive home.  I mean really...  do these kinds of things happen to other people?

L.