The following events are true....the name has been changed to protect the innocent!?!?

It was a hot, humid mid-summer day in 1979, and the red Datsun B210 made its way across the state. Our protagonist, we'll call him Fred, was on his way for a job interview. He arrived at at his destination with plenty of time to spare and as he got out of the car, the humidity slapped him in the face. "Oh great," he thought, "I'll be sweating streams with pits down to my waist by the time I get into my first interview!!!" Rationalizing that he wanted to be as comfortable as possible, he proceeded to empty his pockets of all their contents. He locked and shut the door to the car and began walking toward the building. Within seconds, the dreaded realization overtook him!!!! "I locked the damn keys in the car!!!!" Forcing back the panic, he focused on the upcoming interviews and decided he would figure out what to do once the interviews were over.

The first interview was in the Personnel Office and amount to mostly a proforma list of questions about goals, education, and experience.  Nothing to demanding or prolonged.  Fred made his way down to the first level of the building with several minutes before the next set of interviews.  He was in a long, unfamiliar hallway and noticed that he was in front of the ladies room.  Figuring it might be a good idea to use the rest room, he look around for the mens room.  He didn't notice the other door tucked in a dark corner of the hallway where he stood.  He looked around some more and noticed at the far end of the long, long hallway was another door that appeared to be the mens room.  He set off down the hallway and confidently, without looking at the sign, pushed open the door of......you guessed it!!!...the other ladies room!!!  Fortunately, a custodian, JT Thomas, saw what was happening and said, "Hey, man!!! You can't go in there!"  It was then that Fred realized his mistake, smiled, and said, "You're right! I can't go in there!?"  JT smiled and chuckled, and pointed to the door just to the right!  [For the next ten years or so, JT reminded Fred of that story every time they saw each other on campus!]

The remaining interviews went well. It's difficult to recall how many there were, but there were several with different members of the staff.  It seemed like a comfortable group with lots of activity and lots to learn.  The interviews ended and Fred seemed optimistic about the prospects for an offer.  The glow of a job well done faded quickly as he remembered that now he had to get to his keys locked in the car.  He went to the front desk in the reception area, and sheepishly told his tale of woe, and asked for the Yellow Pages. [Remember those!?  This was long before Google or 411.com!!]

He found a Datsun dealer that was very close to campus and spoke to the service desk about having a key made.  They said they could make the key as long as Fred had the registration from the glove box.  Silly rabbit!?  Didn't Fred just explain that the keys were locked inside with no way into the glove box!?  After a brief explanation and some pleading, they relented to make the key as long as Fred could get the VIN from the registration sticker on the windshield.  A quick ride to the dealer by one of the staff members and the new key was secured.  Back to campus, dropped off at his car, and Fred was on his way back home...radio and air condition both on full blast.

Making a long story short, Fred was offered the job and has been employed there now almost 35 years. He's had four different jobs in those 35 years, and has seen many, many changes during that time.  Many more students, and many, many buildings added.  Despite all the changes, there has always been one constant....good, dedicated, caring people to teach and guide students, and to help another.