What’s the worst that can happen?

The chair of the search committee, who was seated across the table from me, had begun looking at me curiously, as if to say, “Is everything all right?” .. Before I could do or say anything, I leaned over the table and threw up—directly on the department chair.

Talk about mortified. I ran from the conference room, hand at my mouth, continuing to regurgitate. The search chair, remembering that I had no idea where I was or how to get to a bathroom, followed me out. She yelled “to the right” and “turn left” until I found the women’s restroom. Once inside, she held my hair as I emptied the contents of my stomach into the nearest garbage can.

During that time, she was also introducing me to other college faculty members who were entering the restroom. It went something like this: “Dr. Reybold [on her way to use the toilet], this is Dr. Trepal [head in the garbage can] who is interviewing with us today.” [link]

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s