I don't discriminate against Dickheads

… and I can only tell the story now. And I apologise for the subject matter in advance, but it has to be said.

Anyway, I applied for this job at work. Got through the first interview okay, and it was up to the second interview. I was one of only two left.

Now one thing you should know about me is I hold little fear. I don’t mean this in a good way; I mean that I don’t get the usual adrenaline rush that pressure holds. Also, I could take the job or leave it. So, in terms of the interview, I wasn’t nervous at all. Had basically not thought about it.

Until, two hours before the interview, the diahorrea started. Not nerve related. Probably food related. Probably the egg in the Caesar Salad I had for lunch.

So I was dashing to the toilet and back again- and then the nerves started. Would the squirts end before the interview? Would they ever end? Should I cancel? How would it look? How could I explain this to what would be potential coworkers? Did the woman see that i was visiting twice in the time it took for her to go once? Would she think I was a pregnant druggie?

(Note: At work, if you are a sick female, you’re assumed pregnant. And my first reaction when I get sick in public is that they assume I’m a drug addict. Stop questioning the logic of the voices in my head, please.)

Anyway, to cut a long story short, the crisis ended with 45 minutes to go, and I got the job. Yay for me.