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THE JOB INTERVIEW: PISSING AWAY THE IVY LEAGUE



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When Amy arrives for the most important job interview of her life, shes nervous and full of coffee. As a panel of interviewers shoots question after question at her, the need to find a toilet grows urgent. With no breaks in the days schedule, Amy gets desperate and shes forced to be creative in finding ways to relieve her aching bladder.5,900 wordsExcerpt:After a long time, the panel ran out of questions and Grant announced that it was time for a short break. I could have wept for joy, hoping desperately that I had enough muscle control left to make my way down the hall to the restroom without further leakage.That’s when the door opened and in came the secretary, pushing a beverage cart. It had a coffee carafe and a water pitcher on it, and the ice clinked and sloshed against the glass in a way that made my bladder spasm as she pushed the cart into the center of the room. Then she left, closing the door behind her again and taking with her my last hope of relief as it slowly dawned on me that they did not intend for us to leave the room. Grant invited us to help ourselves to the cart, which also contained a tray of breakfast pastries on the second tier, and he made absolutely no mention of restrooms.We all approached the cart, candidates and faculty alike, as if it was a neutral meeting place in the middle of a battlefield. Taking something from the cart seemed more compulsory than suggestive - even the puker poured herself a small cup of water – so I grabbed a blueberry muffin off the tray and crossed my ankles while I stood there. I had to pee so badly I didn’t even bother with the small talk everyone else was engaging in – it was all bullshit anyway, who studied where, do you remember so-and-so from the such-and-such department, ad nauseum. I knew it was part of the interview, and I really wanted to participate – I’d stayed up late the night before practicing my chit chat – but all I could bring myself to think about was not allowing a hot stream of piss to cascade down my legs and puddle at my feet.I ate the muffin and hoped that it would help soak up at least a little bit of the liquid sloshing around in me, and after a minute, Dr. Wilson came over to me with a disposable cup in each hand. He gave one to me and it was heavy with hot coffee.“I saw you didn’t have a drink yet,” he said by way of introduction, and ordinarily I would have been extremely grateful to him for looping me into the conversation, but a cup of coffee was the absolute last thing in the world that I wanted.“Thank you,” I said, trying not to grit my teeth.“What can I say, southern hospitality is a hard habit to break,” he said with a shrug. Then he looked me over slowly, his eyes landing last of all on my crossed ankles. He grinned and stared at me a long time before I finally figured out he was waiting for me to take an appreciative sip. I did, forcing the coffee down my reluctant throat, and as soon as I swallowed he said, “best of luck to you, Miss King.”

Detalhes do Produto

    • Ano de Edição: 2016
    • Ano:  2016
    • País de Produção: Canada
    • Código de Barras:  2001032026240
    • ISBN:  9781310995484
    • Faixa Etária:  a partir de 18 anos

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