Does My Butt Look Big in These Pants?

The ones whose seat I am flying by the . . . seat . . . of . . . um.

So I was thinking about that expression today on a long car trip back from another family mini vaca (this time to my parents’ place in TN).  Why do we say this?  Flying by the seat of ou pants?  Does it mean I’m being dragged along by some invisible forces plucking at my back pockets?  Have I been hefted up by the hindquarters and tossed?  That’s sort of how I feel since this baby’s been born.  As I am dragged from day to day, things get done, but lord knows how.

Anyway, by good fortune, the kindness of friends/former coworkers, and some dumb luck, I am pretty much all set for my interviews in tomorrow’s on campus interview program (held, funnily enough, off campus at a local hotel).   I had several things to collect for this, including a writing sample, references, transcripts, etc.  I decided to begin making arrangements for them on Friday, the last business day before my interview, because I am flying through this summer by the seat of my pants, as I may have mentioned.  Luckily, I have The Newborn Excuse, which I will use until he’s at least 3 years old, I think.  “Oh!  Well, I’m sorry I <insert idiotic activity> – I just had a baby!   Uh, well, three years ago actually!  But it’s amazing what childbirth’ll do to your brain!”  Well, my lovely coworker confidentialed up the memo I wrote for her this summer and sent it to me, I managed to contact and hear back from potential references, and I paid lots of money to have 5 transcripts processed instantly – all in an hour or so on Friday morning.  As long as those transcripts are there for me to pick up Monday  morning (fingers crossed), I’ve gotten everything I need.*

Wish me luck.  I’m wearing the tall shoes again.  I’m so tired (Newborn! Excuse!), I just may trip, but I hear from the Attorney Work Product bloggess that this may not be a bad thing.  At least they’ll remember me.

*Except a suit that fits.  I’m wearing my same maternity outfit as last time.  Pathetic.  I did try on one of my suits, which I shouldn’t have done.  I could barely pull the pants up past my knees, and that never fails to depress a girl, even if she has The Newborn Excuse.