I imagine you are thinking what on earth could this post possibly be about? Well, I was reading Sandy's post #114 embarrassing potty stories and remembered one of my own. It didn't involve a toilet, but was embarrassing just the same. So here we go:
Once upon a time I dreaded job interviews. I enjoy conducting interviews, but put me on the other side and I was a sweaty, palpitating mess. Reading all the tips around disguising your discomfort I sprayed antiperspirant on my palms and in the absence of dress shields (do you remember when dress shields were something you could buy in a store's Foundations Department? That was a long time ago!). I placed Kotex mini-pads under my armpits.
The interview went well, I went home. Undressing, you probably guessed it, I could only find one mini-pad. My mind went into a tailspin imagining the interviewers finding the crumpled damp pad on the chair in which I sat.
The interview story has a good ending. The next day, getting into the car, I found the culprit on the floor. And yes, I did get the job, but it wasn't a happily ever after situation. I was fired five months and 28 days later because I was pregnant (I didn't know it at the time of the interview). But that's another story from way back when. They couldn't get away with that now. And if I had stayed there I wouldn't have had the satisfying career I've had.
And regarding interviews, when I'm the interviewer I take the advice I learned in a course - assume the interviewee is terrified and try to make them feel as comfortable as if they were sitting in their own living room. Someone in that course told me their best interview experience ever - walking along the Vancouver seawall with her potential boss.
I bet there are a lot of interview stories out there. Care to share?
On the knitting front, the Ravelry web has ensnared me. I have never really liked knitted toys, but the R site introduced me to designer, Alan Dart, and now I own two of his books. My family of grown ups has each added their favourites to my queue.