i had a presentation at 10am. i was sat in the waiting room and honestly whenever i get nervous i like really REALLY need a no.2 (TMI sorry). but it's always been the case, like I literally shat myself 3 times in school, the flood gates just burst open, it gives me PTSD just thinking about it. Anyways, I was sat there and was like holy hell I need to go.. so I did, and all went well etc, calmed myself down, and I get called in for my pres..
As soon as I got in there the atmosphere felt devilishly awkward, like all 3 of the judges were starring at me. I was super paranoid but I had 1 shot at this so just did my speech as best i could (whilst sweating repulsively).. finished, said thanks, and went to exit the stage asap. I then turn around, walk STRAIGHT INTO A WHITEBOARD AND FALL OFF THE STAGE. i facepalmed the floor (making an ENORMOUS SLAP against the laminate flooring). I was in shock. I just laid there for like 5 seconds.. until I heard the woman say 'u alright'.... like no? i'm obviously not? i feel like the blood from my nose is gushing like the niagra fucking falls. but I was just in such shock I burst into tears and ran out...
and thats not even the end. hell no. I run to the toilets, look in the mirror, hyperventilating and an absolute wreck, to see i've had this 3 METER LONG STRAND OF TOILET ROLL stuck to my trousers THE ENTIRE TIME.... mortifying. absolutely mortifying. i literally locked myself in the cubicle (the only one free - which fucking stank and had piss all over the floor.. but I just didn't care. i sat there and sobbed). AND FINALLY to top it all off i opened my phone to find a text from the sex clinic to notify me i have syphilis. what the hell! i knew i couldn't trust that ginger vermin. all that for 20 pounds what a scam. anyway.. thanks for reading and i hope ur saturday was better than mine .
