Sal Story: Texas CHRISTIAN University

We can all remember that in my interview, I had, for the first time, been called out for my faith {God Bless the USA that I made it so far}.

The “C” in my degree from Texas Christian University was a red flag to him, and he wasn’t sure if my presence there was going to be a bad omen. But looking back, that place was never going to be a temple of the Lord, no matter how hard I may have tried. I now have no judgement for Jonah refusing to go to Nineveh. Ascending the 9 flights of stairs to my office was like entering Dante’s 9 circles of hell.

I’m not sure if it was that I chose not to curse, that I didn’t have any vile or crass input into anything that was said, porn wasn’t scannable on my computer, I didn’t want to booze at noon, I wasn’t living a silent life as a prostitute…the list could go on. Whatever it was, he had me branded from the get go.

On occasion, I would respond professionally to a very unprofessional comment he would make.

You know like, “do you really need to wear a shirt under that dress?”

“That dress” was a fashionable item that would have left anyone on the front page of the La Perla site in time for Christmas. It was slinky, beaded, and the back draped open nearly to the top of the buttocks.

My apparently Christian response was, “yes, yes I do.”

Several times, he would mutter that I should stop acting like I was from f****** Texas Christian University. If only my faith enabled curses.

One day, I had been summoned into a board meeting. A large shoe company, based out of St. Louis, owned nearly half the company at the time, and was in town to conduct business. About 25 people flanked a long table. As I always was when summoned by Sal himself, I entered confident on the outside with a giant wtf on the inside.

“Ah, Katelin,” he announced to the room. They all stared at me while I clutched my notepad, ready to make a presentation at a moment’s notice or leave with a long list of tasks (oh the trials of working for a megalomaniac).

“Katelin is the one who was retarded by her education, she went to Texas Christian University.”

And there you have it, folks. A board room full of intellectual people, shocked but silent, who observed me for a moment, and then went back to business. To this day I can’t remember exactly what I was summoned to do, but maybe it’s because I was affected by my handicap.

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