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I was to interview my husband’s new secretary 
And was not excited or pleased
But he claimed he did not have the time
So I had her come to the house

Shoved the children upstairs 
Where they put the four year old
down the clothes chute
Because she would fit and they would not

The woman was young, 
I noticed I had worn panty hose
She had not. That struck me odd.
This was 1983, when everyone wore them for interviews
If you were a female anyway

I tried to look prim, proper, official
Even though I was interviewing her 
in my living I was trying to look professional.
The children were almost silent, and I thanked God for that.

I asked her to tell me a bit about herself, 
Then I leaned back in my husband’s oversized office chair
Which fell with a clunk on the ground
My legs were sticking straight up above the desk.

I crawled out and her face was all red.
But not redder than mine I guess.
I quickly said “You are hired”.
A huge mistake as she barely typed seven words an hour.
But in my haste to cover up, I grabbed at the only thing I had.

Later we became fast friends and laughed all the time about it.
On that day, however, I ended up with her cat, which I did not want.
Because she cried and said her mom said she had to find a home for it
She ended up with a job and the four-year-old went down the laundry chute.

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