Fri. Jan 18th, 2019
Fight with my cat

TruStory | The Time I Had a Fight with My Cat

It all started after a fight with my cat.

I know what you must be thinking; what do you mean a fight with your cat? But that’s exactly how this whole thing started. One fight with my cat led to the most embarrassing interview I’d ever been on.

Let me start from the beginning.

My cat is technically an indoor cat. I got her from the shelter about 3 years ago and for the most part, we get along great. I recently moved to a new apartment where I have access to a backyard. I like to have coffee back there, read a book, normal backyard sh*t, you know?

Well I started letting my cat out because I figured she deserves outside time too. I didn’t realize that after letting her out once or twice, she’d get in touch with her inner lion and want to be outside ALL.THE.TIME. But that’s exactly what happened. I don’t let her out unless I’m outside and according to her standards, I am not out there nearly enough.

I decided I had to ween her off the outdoors because this feline was driving me crazy! All hours of the night, scratching at the door, meowing, even scratching me. However, my plan to ween her off the outdoors backfired miserably.

I had an interview scheduled for a potential new job. 

I picked out the perfect outfit and laid it out the night before on a large armchair I have in my room. The morning of the interview, I put it on feeling confident as ever. As I was getting ready, I noticed a strong smell of cat pee and assumed I’d gotten lazy with the litter box, which was right outside my bathroom. I didn’t think too much into it because I had more important things to take care of, like this goddamn interview.

On the drive to the interview, I realize I can still smell cat pee. Very strong cat pee. I knew my cat hadn’t been in my car so I start to wonder, what could it be? I try to ignore it.

I get to the interview and the receptionist brings me to a relatively small office and tells me to wait there until the woman who would be interviewing me was ready. I still smell cat pee. I realize that there is only one thing it could be. Frantic, I pull my dress to my nose and confirm, yes – that one thing is me.

The woman walks into the room and immediately notices the smell as well. She makes a comment that she will leave the door open to reduce whatever “musky smell is in the room.” We look at each other, dead in the eyes, both knowing the musky smell is me.

The interview was rather short. I stuttered, forgot answers, and sat there smelling like cat pee until it was over. I did not get the job. I actually never heard from them again. Not even a courtesy call to tell me they went with someone who didn’t smell like cat pee.

I came home and let my cat outside. She had won.

And that’s the end of this story.

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