Dear cousin,
Your experience sounds very miserable, and I am amazed to realise that even some shitty weather can affect work life!
I had myself a bad experience last week, I crossed London at lunchtime to endure an interview with some small guy in south west london.
Weather was great in the morning and helped me decide on my interview strategy for the day : hiring manager is a dude, sun is shinning, let's go for seduction. Sleeze sales!
Unfortunately heavy showers struck as I came out of the tube station and since I was already late I had no choice but to dive in - with no umbrella.
By the time I arrived I was a total freaking mess, and I made a dramatic entrance. I soon realised that the fucker standing by the door was the hiring manager looking for a first impression of me.
He got it, he also got a very fishy handshake, and I am now expecting a fishy rejection.
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