I had a job interview today. I haven’t had many of them in my life time. I’ve actually landed most of my jobs accidentally. For instance, I offered to help a friend out by substitute teaching an English class for the last six weeks of a semester and ended up teaching English for four years. And that’s not a solitary occurrence in my life.
Anyway, I had a job interview today and it’s been a while so I was a little nervous. I arrived sweating like a farm animal, with a little bit of the snickerdoodle’s lunch on my shirt and my skirt unzipped. Fortunately the blast furnace that blew against my hip as I stepped out of the van alerted me to the last item, which I quickly repaired, but there was nothing for the other two but to own them and move on.
The last time I had a proper job interview was in my early twenties, and when I sat down in that conference room, I realized that I’m not twenty anymore.
Because my hip hurt.
Sitting there, across from two peers, instead of people I thought of “as, like, as old as my parents,” and answering their questions based on my life experience, instead of how I really think the world should run if someone would just let me do things the right way, I understood how far I’ve come in my adulthood. I realized that I haven’t had a job interview in a long time, but I’ve lived a lot of life and had a lot of jobs and if they hire me it will be because of that, not in spite of that. Being a youth pastor’s wife when all our college friends were in seminary and having babies and now being in seminary and having babies while our college friends are settled in ministry positions wasn’t a strange detour, it was life, the way God laid it out, and it all amounted to related experience in my discussion today.
It was a strangely affirming event for such an inauspicious beginning. Sort of the story of my life.