where's my oscar?
yesterday, I had an informational interview with a patent firm in Boston.
It was a lunch interview with the founder, whose a fellow MIT alumnus.
It was really nice and really informative.
But it wasn't shaping up to be that way.
When we first arrived at the restaurant and sat down, I was overtaken with nausea. Really bad nausea. For the first 15-20 minutes, I was telling myself, "I will not vomit, I will not vomit..."
At about the 20 minute mark, I started to realize, "This is going to happen. I'm going to vomit... I might vomit on this guy. He needs to stop talking to so I can go to the bathroom..."
Finally, a break in the conversation allowed me to make a tactful exit.
I got to the bathroom... vomited for a solid minute. All water; I'd not had anything to eat yesterday except for water, so I don't know what I could have had... must have been from the previous day but I don't know.
So, then I went back.
Holy crap, I thought, I survived that bout, but what if I have to vomit again? And it was a lunch meeting ... I still had food coming. How could I possibly eat?!?
I picked at the salad and rearranged the food on the plate. I cut up half the sandwich into small pieces and ate it (worrying the whole time).
Despite it all, the conversation was great, I learned a lot, and I have a good sense of what I need to do for what comes after I defend. It went for 2 hours.
I was feeling off for the rest of the day, but I still managed to get through it... I can't believe it happened...
It was a lunch interview with the founder, whose a fellow MIT alumnus.
It was really nice and really informative.
But it wasn't shaping up to be that way.
When we first arrived at the restaurant and sat down, I was overtaken with nausea. Really bad nausea. For the first 15-20 minutes, I was telling myself, "I will not vomit, I will not vomit..."
At about the 20 minute mark, I started to realize, "This is going to happen. I'm going to vomit... I might vomit on this guy. He needs to stop talking to so I can go to the bathroom..."
Finally, a break in the conversation allowed me to make a tactful exit.
I got to the bathroom... vomited for a solid minute. All water; I'd not had anything to eat yesterday except for water, so I don't know what I could have had... must have been from the previous day but I don't know.
So, then I went back.
Holy crap, I thought, I survived that bout, but what if I have to vomit again? And it was a lunch meeting ... I still had food coming. How could I possibly eat?!?
I picked at the salad and rearranged the food on the plate. I cut up half the sandwich into small pieces and ate it (worrying the whole time).
Despite it all, the conversation was great, I learned a lot, and I have a good sense of what I need to do for what comes after I defend. It went for 2 hours.
I was feeling off for the rest of the day, but I still managed to get through it... I can't believe it happened...