I’ve been in a couple of situations recently where I haven’t quite made the grade – I went for a job interview and didn’t get it, and I’ve been sorting a few things out in my life and have made some boring paperwork mistakes and things.
When this type of thing happens, it’s not that I mind that much – I would have liked the job, but it’s not the end of the world. It’s just that I want to say to the interviewers “OK, fine, choose someone else – but they do have a slight advantage, you know. Anyone who didn’t spend three hours yesterday in pain is going to be a bit chirpier than me, don’t you think?”
I’d like some of those L plates that they put on learner drivers, except that mine could be IBS plates. Cut this girl some slack, because she’s been living with bizarre and unruly intestines for 15 years.
Won’t happen though. I just get judged against the healthy people.