Today I was on an interview team for a top-level position in my organization. I was honored to represent my group and sit with the bigwigs as we interviewed candidates. I dressed professionally, headed to our main office with Starbucks in hand and a box of kleenex and throat lozenges in my briefcase. You see I have a doozy of a cold. I have been sick since last Wednesday. That is correct. I am on day nine of this illness. This past Monday my coworkers begged me to go to the doctor. I did. I have acute sinusitis with fluid in my ears, no ear infection. I was prescribed an antibiotic and told I was good to go.
Not so. I am still sick and today the drainage from my sinuses was a serious issue. While we interviewed candidates my eyes watered, my throat tickled and my nose ran. As the morning progressed my eyes became irritated and my nose grew increasingly redder and redder with all the nose wiping. The candidates must have wondered about the crazy lady with the weepy eyes, hoarse voice and distracted expression. I tried to concentrate on what they were saying but mainly I sat in fear that I would start sneezing and never stop.
You are probably thinking, why didn’t I just stay home. Well, I have and all the sleeping and resting did not make this cold go away. I can’t stay home for 6 days of work because of a cold, so I go to work, come home and fall into bed.
About midway through the afternoon, I excused myself from a group debriefing meeting and headed to the bathroom to give my nose a good blow. I went into a stall sat down and blew and blew and blew while talking to myself saying, “I feel awful. What a day. This has been so embarrassing. Argh. Why won’t it stop?”
When suddenly, I heard a voice from another stall, “Are you talking to me?”