Alright so this is just going to be a quick story before i head out for today. Its a story my girlfriend's room mate told me (she was really drunk) (shes also really pretty, like a 8 outta 10) a few months ago about the worst job interview of her life.
basically she was going in for a really good job interview, implying she was wearing really nice clothes(business skirt, important for the story) and was trying to look her best wearing some really fancy high heels.. she had nearly made it to her destination when she received a sharp pain in her stomach, one she knew she was no match for. she knew it was a bad idea to be anywhere but her own home so she immediately turned back towards her place. she told me she managed to make the 20 minute bus/metro/walk commute and into her building, unfortunately at this point there was no stopping the monster trying to escape her bowels. just as she pushed the button of the elevator she couldn't hold it in any longer and she let some air out, followed by some unwanted liquids. she cried and ran to the lobby restroom, were she proceeded to release the kraken and clean herself up. being a friend of mine, all my friends are disgusting human beings deep down, she left her mess as soon as she could (no flush) to go cry / clean herself up in the solitude of her apartment.
She didn't get the job, and she really didn't care at that point.