I’ve just arrived for an important job interview. I’m wearing a white shirt, a smart black jacket, a pair of grey trousers, and on my cute little feet I have on a pair of black high heels. To my embarrassment, I have turned up late, because I have been desperately searching for the bathroom. The building is like a maze, and I couldn’t locate the bathroom anywhere, so I haven’t been able to empty my bladder and I feel like I’m ready to burst...not the best first impression, to say the least! I ask for permission to go to the bathroom before we begin, but they say no, as I have put them behin...

I’ve just arrived for an important job interview. I’m wearing a white shirt, a smart black jacket, a pair of grey trousers, and on my cute little feet I have on a pair of black high heels. To my embarrassment, I have turned up late, because I have been desperately searching for the bathroom. The building is like a maze, and I couldn’t locate the bathroom anywhere, so I haven’t been able to empty my bladder and I feel like I’m ready to burst...not the best first impression, to say the least! I ask for permission to go to the bathroom before we begin, but they say no, as I have put them behind schedule and they are keen to get started. The interview commences, and I answer their questions as best I can, but it’s so difficult when my bladder is screaming and my mind is focused on emptying it! It’s so distracting. In the end, the pressure just becomes too much, and a warm jet spills out all over the place, right in the middle of the interview! My grey trousers are soaked, and the colour of them really shows up the stains, but the chair I’m sitting on is just as drenched as my clothing! I can not believe this has happened. I very much doubt I will get the job now!