Lillian here, delighted to host this April 1st OLN at dVerse. This is your opportunity to share one poem of your choosing, any form, any genre of poetry. There is no prompt. Specific directions are given below….after my April Fools Day tale – which is absolutely true! If you don’t want to read what happened to me on April 1, 1997….just skip down to the directions and post your poem. BUT, I promise you, this is an April Fools’ Tale for the ages! Sometimes Mother Nature can play a trick on us and boy did that happen in 1997!
In March 1997, my husband and I were living in Iowa as we had been for 20+ years. We’d grown up in the Midwest, met in college, and stayed in the Midwest. At age 50, we decided it was time for a change. We’d look for positions in the same city….someplace entirely different from the Midwest. I was the first to land an interview – in Boston! It was with Suffolk University, an urban school, to become Director of their MBA Program. At the time, I was Director of the Executive MBA at The University of Iowa. Beautiful spring weather was in the long-term forecast so I arrived March 31st bringing a lovely linen suit, my suede high heels, and a light weight trench coat. I also brought jeans, a casual shirt and Doc Martens to tromp around and see the sites a bit, if I had time. I’d just had a hair cut, permanent and style the day before. I was booked at a hotel which amazingly, is just down the street from where we now live and about a 6 block walk, uphill, to the Suffolk campus. I landed in the afternoon, got to the hotel, and found out snow was being forecast for overnight and through April 1st! WHAT???? My interview was on April 1st! I found my way to a Macys and looked for gloves, a wool hat, scarf, etc….of course, nothing wintery was to be found. Finally, in a bin in their menswear section, I found a flannel brown plaid scarf. I then went outside and found one of those carts that sells sweatshirts and baseball caps and low and behold, found a pair of burgundy chenille gloves with a ruffle at the wrist. I didn’t care….by now it’s getting cold and blustery. Shivering all the way, I made it back to the hotel to eat in their restaurant and prep for the interview.
April 1, 1997. I woke up to my alarm, said a little prayer for maybe a few snow flurries, opened the curtains and saw nothing but a blanket of white….blowing sidewise! A blizzard! The entire city was shut down. No taxis. Schools closed. By the end of the afternoon, Boston had a total of 25.4 inches of snow….in the city! My phone rang. It was the Dean’s secretary and she indicated the Associate Dean, Rich T., lived in the North End and was willing to walk over to the hotel and meet me for a breakfast interview. Whew! No outside for me. About 90 minutes later, I went down to the hotel’s restaurant and there was this man taking off a huge parka with furry hood, heavy gloves, and the scarf that had been covering his face. He had on the biggest galoshes I’d ever seen. We had a wonderful breakfast and I felt the interview was going quite well. Then he said something like, “If you’d like, the Dean of the Business School and three faculty members can be at Suffolk at about 11:30. They all have apartments nearby. They would love to meet you. We can walk up to the campus.” Did I mention it was 6 blocks uphill? That I had Doc Martens, a lightweight trench coat, a men’s flannel scarf and snarky burgundy chenille gloves with a ruffle at the wrist? But what could I say if I wanted the job? I went up to my hotel room, exchanged my heels for socks over my nylons, put on the Doc Martens, the light weight trench coat with scarf around my neck, and the lovely gloves…shoved the heels in the hotel’s plastic laundry bag…and met Rich in the lobby. We walked out into the RAGING BLIZZARD and first thing Rich did was push me backwards a bit, just under the hotel’s awning, so he could adjust his hat. BAM! A huge amount of snow slid off the awning onto my head! No scarf; no hat; newly permed hair. I was sopped. He apologized like crazy and all I could say was, “Oh it’s okay….really!” and smile.
We TRUDGED up the hill….through all the snow piling up and the blinding snow swirling everywhere. At one point, Rich turned around, grinned and said “We’re putting all the applicants for this position through an Outward Bound experience and this is yours!” I think I laughed politely. When we finally got to the building, I asked for the restroom, praying they would have paper towels to dry off my hair and my coat. Nope. Only those hand dryers. Thankfully I could turn the nozzle up so at least I didn’t have to get down on my hands and knees. I dried my hair as best I could. Do you know what happens to newly permed hair when it’s wet and then goes under a hand dryer? FRIZZ and lovely eau de perm scent! What else could go wrong? Oh….did I mention that when I left Iowa I’d just taken my 81 year old mother to the dr. only to find out she had conjunctivitis? Yep. When I woke up that morning in Boston, before I even opened the curtains to the blizzard, my eyes were caked shut!!! Conjunctivitis is extremely contagious!
So now, I’m in the interview with the big Dean. It goes well I think….praying he can’t smell my hair. He’s in a sweatshirt and pants and I’m in a lovely linen suit. THEN the Dean says, “If you’re game, we planned a lunch for you at the Omni Parker House Hotel. It’s a very famous hotel and dining room here in Boston. It’s just two blocks away. Three faculty are there waiting for us.” “OF COURSE!!“ I say. “Would you mind if I put back on my heavy shoes and socks?” I did. And gamely donned my lightweight soggy and cold trench coat, the men’s scarf and the ridiculous burgundy chenille gloves with ruffle at the wrist. The Dean led the way. We got to a corner where there was a huge pile of slush, leftover from the plows salting in the early morning. The Dean leaped over it, turned and gallantly held out his hand. I was supposed to stretch, reach his hand, and he’d help me leap over it. Do I really want this job this badly? Yep. Evidently I did. I grabbed his hand, started the leap, only to have him slip a bit and let go. My left foot made it across but not until my right foot landed in the icy slush! The Dean apologized and apologized and of course, I said, “No problem” smiling through gritted teeth. In the restaurant Rich confessed that although he nicely said he’d carry my heels in the bag over to the restaurant, he’d forgotten them. So there I sat, eating a first course of the infamous Boston Clam Chowder (I HATE clam chowder) and trying not to shiver because my right foot in its nylon stocking, heavy wool sock and Doc Marten, was sopping wet and FREEZING cold!
And here we are in Boston on April 1st, 2021. Yes. I got the job and loved it. I progressed to Dean of MBA Programs and Director of their Global MBA, traveling the globe by myself to recruit students and land global internships for our students. It was all worth it. But I’ll NEVER forget April 1st, 1997!
And that entire diatribe is absolutely true. NO exaggeration. I told that entire tale at my rejuvenatement party (never say retirement) and had every one in stitches. It would make a great comedy routine, don’t you think?
Photo below is from a more recent Boston snow storm of maybe 12 to 14 inches. Imagine 25.4 inches in blizzard conditions.
So – back to OLN. Any ONE poem of your choosing….A foolhardy one fit for April Fools Day….or a serious one…a haibun or sonnet or limerick….whatever you would like! Your choice! See you in the pub!
New to dVerse or need a reminder of what to do?
- Choose ONE poem – any form, length, genre, topic. Your choice.
- Post your poem to your blog AND add the exact URL for your poem to Mr. Linky below.
- REMEMBER to either TAG dVerse in your post, or include a link at the end of your haibun that leads readers back to dVerse (https://dversepoets.com).
- If there is no Tag or link back to dVerse, I will gently remind you to add it or remove your post from Mr. Linky. Sorry to be so harsh…..but this is just part of the requirements AND it will bring you more readers and lead more folks to dVerse so they can participate as well!
Happy April Fools’ Day everyone! Anyone had any tricks pulled on them yet today? Sugar in the salt shaker? Salt in the sugar bowl? I promise you….not tricks in the pub. All libations available. Looking forward to reading your posts today!
A good friend and I were discussing April Fools pranks earlier today. I feel like they mess with my reality testing and amp up my anxiety, and she agreed. But when Mother Nature pulls tricks . . . you can’t help but laugh, right?
Great story, Lill. I’m sorry, I’m wiped out, off to bed now. But i did enjoy your prompt very much. xxx
Rest easy, Sarah. Sweet dreams to you!
Oh Lillian, that is quite the Winter’s Tale! I’m so pleased you got the job after all that. I’ll be back to read in the morning, as one of my boys is poorly. Luckily I’ve a poem I prepared earlier! Happy April Fools’ to all!
ohhhhh I hope your son will be feeling better soon! See you in the morning, friend.
Thanks Lillian 🙏
Good evening! Your April’s fools day tale have me laughing out loud. 🙂
It could have been a story from Sweden, because that’s typical April weather. A day can start sunny and a bit crisp, go spring warm around lunchtime, only to get to snowing and windy before the afternoon has turned to evening. And maybe end with a marvelous sunset and birds singing spring.
Happy Easter everyone!
Always happy to provide a laugh or two! 🙂 There is no exaggeration in that tale….it happened exactly like that! And the hilarious thing is when we moved to Boston for that job (Hubby found a job here shortly after), we bought a condo in a high rise that is literally down the street from that infamous (in my mind) hotel!
Hello Lillian and All. You’re a great storyteller, Lillian and I can see you telling it from the podium. God had quite the sense of humor that day. Something you can look back and laugh at but not at all funny at the time!
Will either write something or find something to link up in a bit here.
Ah….people were laughing so hard tears were coming down their faces when I told this true tale at my rejuvenatement (never say retirement) party from the podium with microphone….of course, I hammed it up a bit….but only these same true details!
What a story, Lillian! Your real-life tale is better than an April Fool’s practical joke (which I hate).
I don’t like those April Fools day practical jokes either. Although my grandchildren got me really good about three years ago….somehow they rigged the kitchen sink so that when I turned it on, the faucet spray attachment sprayed all over! They were hiding just outside the kitchen and oh the howling laughter they put me through. But they had fun and I was just a bit wet so all was good!
Linda Lee Lyberg said:
What an incredible story Lillian!
All true! 🙂
Ron Rowland said:
Well….at least you got the job! Have you learned to love chowder yet?
Since there is no prompt today, I shared a poem about having no prompts.
Job turned out to be great as did our lives in Boston where we still live today….same condo we first bought in 1997….and that infamous hotel is literally down the street from us!
In answer to your question, clam chowder makes me gag. Never did develop a taste for it!
Sunra Rainz said:
At least you got the job and it worked out well! It was bound to end well with that beginning 🙂
An incredible story Lillian. April 1st fool on us as it got winter cold today, when it was warming up in the prior days. We have false spring every year, sigh.
Thanks for sharing and wishing you all a good day and long weekend.
Thanks, Grace. Oh yes….many many times the transition from March into April is like a two year old being pulled from the sidewalk in the midst of a temper tantrum by a mum who has left the child as long as possible, hoping the tantrum will end, but now just has to get moving! 🙂
My dearest Lillian 😀 I so enjoyed reading your April Fool’s Day tale. It’s exactly what I needed after a long and exhausting day. Peach cobbler for me please 💝
I am about to embark upon a month long challenge of writing poems! xoxo
Peach cobbler coming up!
Yes….I totally forgot it’s NaPoWriMo so I shall begin that as well! Don’t know where my head was….well, yes I do. We will be two weeks on Monday since our second Covid Moderna shot which means we can go out and ride on our metro system for the first time in a year + and go SOMEWHERE! Don’t know where yet…still contemplating that! Of course, still using masks and social distancing but just the idea we can get out is exhilerating!
ben Alexander said:
Lillian, that may be the best April Fool’s story I’ve ever, ever heard. Thanks for sharing!
Always happy to entertain….and every word of it is TRUE!
Omg that was hilarious, I could just get a mental image of your face at each turn of unfortunate events. Well at least in the end it was all worth it to get the job. By the way did you get your shoes back?
I did. Had to go back to the big Dean’s office and interrupt him in a meeting…..with my frizzy eau de perm hair and scoop up the bag off the floor. I often wondered about the other people that interviewed for the job….how they would have handled a day like I had. Needless to say, when I got back to the hotel room, walking down hill, slipping but at least not falling, all the way, I took a LONG hot shower! My flight was delayed out the next day. I just stayed put as the city dug out….and I developed a serious head cold to boot! But…I did get the job and it changed our lives so all was worth it!
The cold was the cherry on top of that trip. I’m from Chicago where we can have 4 seasons in one day. Just proves never trust a weather report. 😁
Good afternoon! I’m drowning in meetings, but this is one I hate to miss! I have to hold off on the drink order, as there is ONE more to go for the day, but I’ll sit down with a nice white and read everyone in about an hour!
Fabulous! Good to see you here….”a nice white” — chardonnay?
not a fan of april fools day since my mother in law passed a number of years back. it would have been her birthday. i used to laught with her about it. great story though.
the poem i have shaed this evening covers my attempt at a pantoum poem which was the promt a couple of weeks back. i ad been trying to write a poem about playing in a pine forest as a child for a poetry group i meet with once a month. the subject seems to fit, i will be sharing it with them at our zoom meeting next thursday evening.
I’m so sorry for the loss of your mother…..losing a mom is always so very hard. I’m glad you can remember laughing with her.
While I’m delighted you shared your poem with us, unless I just didn’t see it, there is no link back to dVerse, mention of OLN at dVErse or a Tag back to dVerse. That is required as I mentioned in replying to your post. Perhaps you just forgot? Can you please add it? Once that’s done, feel free to delete my comment about the link missing, and I’ll go back and enjoy your post and make a comment as well.
have added a link back now. normally add one just forgot this evening.
No problem….I figured that was it. Either that or you were pulling an April Fools prank on me! 🙂 Thanks much for adding it!
Christine Bolton, Poetry for Healing said:
Oh Lillian, I am crying!!!! This is the funniest story ever. What a trooper you were! It would make a very funny TV sketch or even a movie about your adventures. Thanks so much for the laugh today. 🤣🤣🤣❤️💕
Always happy to share a laugh or two! I’ve often thought I should tell it at some kind of comedy monologue competition. When I told it at my rejuvenatement (never say retirement) party, I had the laughing so hard there were tears on many faces. And it was especially funny because the people involved were there and remembered it exactly as I told it! No exaggeration necessary. It was unbelievable! Glad it made you laugh!
Christine Bolton, Poetry for Healing said:
I can just picture that snow falling on your head! Oh I felt your pain 🤣🤣🥰🥰
Wonderful story Lillian ❤️
Ken / rivrvlogr said:
What an experience, Lillian! (And an initiation!)
It was indeed!
Stepping away from the pub for a bit! I shall return…..leaving the door open…help yourself to libations and the only tip I ask for is a poem of your choosing!
Came back….but having trouble with back….so think I will retire for the evening and return in the early AM with hot coffee in hand. I’ve left the key to the pub under the planter to the right of the door. Come on in and help yourself to a beverage….I did leave some delicious butterscotch brownies out as well. Leave me a poem…I’ll consider that my tip! Be sure to mention or tag dVerse at the end of your poem….a few are forgetting. Put the key back under the pot and I’ll see you all in the AM! Happy April Fools’ Day!
What a wild experience Lilllian! Glad it ended upright for you. I am going to do a significant edit on on of my poems from a decade ago. We’ll see what I end up with, and I hope I don’t step in it… 🙂
Thanks for the LONG lecture on my entry to the Linky. I just forgot the Pingback, didn’t need the condescension? (When I’ve done this in the past, I just got a quick “hey you forgot the ping back can you repost?) I deleted your comment on my blog, since it was kind of downer for every else reading the post. I’ll just skip the entry this week. Have a nice weekend.
I’ve been posting here for two solid years several times a week, and your assumption that I hadn’t read the rules made me really feel like I’m just invisible.
My sincere apologies. I’m going to try and find a place where I can respond without being here in the chat.
I just emailed you to the email connected with your name here.
That is one whale of a tale Lillian! I love the story and all you multiple April-Fools incidents! If you survived that event, you were well worth hiring!! Looks like they made a good choice! Thanks for the good laugh!!
Always happy to hand out laughs and chuckles!
Sherry Marr said:
Well, they HAD to give you the job after that! LOL. I so resonate with this. Ms. Can-Do! The only thing that would have been worse is for you to have a sudden allergic reaction to the clam chowder. That happened to me ON A DATE, in a restaurant, many moons ago. My throat closed over and I started hacking and coughing and didnt stop till the next day when a doctor finally told me to get some stuff to stop it. My date observed me with detached disinterest and the event was not repeated. LOL. That is how I discovered I was suddenly allergic to shellfish.
YIKES! So you have a good excuse to refuse an offering of clam chowder. I can only politely refuse or suck it up and accept the bowl and take a few slurps and just stir my spoon around in it a lot! 🙂
I’ve never seen that much snow in real life. And what a dreadful interview experience!
I once had a job interview where I had to give a lecture as part of the process, and the head of school sabotaged one of my lecture demonstrations and a group of post grads up the back heckled me – all to see how I would cope. I got the job, and I needed it at the time. But I’ve learned my lesson.
Well, I for one think that’s a mean thing to do in an interview. At least it was Mother Nature who threw in the zinger for my interview. And really, I’d flown all the way from Iowa so what were they to do? I did appreciate the interview in the hotel….it was all an experience, that’s for sure!
Ali Grimshaw said:
What a story. I don’t have anything close to that as an interview memory.
My poem isn’t about April Fools Day. It is about the rollercoaster of motherhood.
Thanks for hosting. I will be back tomorrow to read the offerings of others.
Nice to see you here, Ali. Oh yes….parenting is definitely a roller coaster! I’ll be over to read in a bit.
Yvonne Osborne said:
What a story. Through it all you obviously made a wonderful impression!
Well, I tried. I’m sure it was the sweet ridiculous looking little maroon chenille gloves with the ruffle at the wrist that did it! 🙂
Mubashshira Rahman said:
I’ve put in my offering for this OLN – hope you’ll give it a read! And what a fun story, Lillian!
A smile at your expense Lillian, thank you for sharing your mixed moment.
And it is all true! No exaggeration. I laugh about it now. But I did end up with the job and it made all the difference in my life! 🙂
Such experiences become part of us in deeper ways don’t they, making memories.
Ren Powell said:
OOOPs!!! I meant to link to a video that I thought was on a blog post page – sorry about that – can’t find a way to undo the link. I will be more careful in the future!!!
I’ll take the link down. Do you want to post a poem? You can go ahead and do that.
Ren Powell said:
Yeah – it is a poem – just not on a blog page 🙂
Ren Powell said:
You SO deserved that job!!! Hope you all had a good laugh months later??
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