I was confident, it were just another meeting. I walked right into to it by shaking hands with the supposed head of this meeting. Nothing wrong (nor weird) so far, just a little tense of my muscles. In fact, I already knew him. Then, he presented this extremely small room. Inside me, the imagination of a reasonably large room crushed immediately and apparently took some of my self-assurance, as tables and chairs barely fit in.
"We use rooms like these as meeting rooms," said he, "which used to be interns' rooms", he continued, as I was about to almost vomit, still managing to nod approvingly. Sweat began shooting out of every single pore. Another person went in, reaching out for my hand. Almost jerking my head, I shook her hand. As if this wasn't enough suffering for today, out of nowhere, a third person appeared, introducing herself with the obligatory handshake. I almost froze, and in slow-motion my hand met hers. So much for a nice sit-and-talk (or meet-and-greet as I put in my calendar).
Well, talking... impossible. At least without any sensory trick. In this small room sensory tricks felt incredibly silly. Applying them, however silly they might've appeared, got me through the discussions.
Yet it was a nightmare come true. Worst ever, frankly, for quite some years.
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