Now let me get to the part about why I feel like God, if he exists, hates me lol. For the past few months I've been in the application phase for a very prestigious international scholarship (once you win the Masters scholarship to study overseas you also get a good job when you return). Anyway I aced the different rounds which included essays, IQ and psychometric tests, and a telephone interview. The recruiter kept telling me that I am doing so well and I'm basically in for this scholarship. Then comes the final stage, this past Monday. The face to face interview. I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this lol.
The interview was on Monday. Let me tell explain what my breath was like in the days before that. I have a pretty good system for smelling my morning breath (taste is not a good indicator). If I scrape my tongue first thing in the morning with a Breathrx scraper and sniff the scraper, it tells me if i'll have a good breath day or bad. It doesn't seem to work with the metal tongue scraper. Anyway most days when I sniff the scraper lately the odor is either nothing or minimal. 2 days before my interview, it's Saturday and the morning scraper smelled like absolutely nothing even though it was full of whitish morning stuff from my tongue. Had a great day, went to the mall, talk to cashiers, sang quietly to myself in lines, no reactions, talked face to face with a taxi driver, my breath smelled like nothing. Sunday, scraper smelled like nothing. Went to work and prepared for my interview, the security at work didnt react when i talked to them face to face.
MONDAY MORNING. Lol. Day of interview. The day I've been preparing for for months. The one day in months I actually *need* good breath. Wake up and scrape my tongue. Yup you guessed it, it smelled sour and pungent. I remember looking up into the bathroom mirror and my eyes going wide in literal horror. Because I know from experience, once my breath smells like that there is no amount of brushing that will save me. I still tried, brushed 3 times. Took 3x my usual amount of zinc. Did the lick test which usually never smells like anything whether or not I'm getting bad reactions. Well on Monday my wrist smelled SO strong and sour! Lol what a joke
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Anyway i take an uber to the interview. Uber driver is nice and friendly but he is rubbing his nose and he opens his window at one point. Yikes. I knew I was fucked at that point. The security guards are nice and tell me how pretty I look but they are having strong reactions. I am so fucked. My confidence nosedives. I go to the bathroom to try and scrape my tongue. The interview eventually starts and the recruiter guy I've been talking to these past few months tells me this is the final stage and he looks so enthisiastic and you can tell he is rooting me and wants to recruit me. Then I start talking and answering questions and of course all 4 panel members are reacting even though they're trying not to and 2 of them actually look disgusted. I am mortified but continue with the interview. I answer the questions pretty well but what does that matter when you are offending everyone with your breath. The train wreck eventually ends. They tell me they'll have the results in one day.
I didn't hear from them so I contact them after 2 days and SURPRISE SURPRISE i didn't get the scholarship. I know my breath caused this, both the offensive smell and the deterioration in my confidence that day. It's so unfair. Most of the world don't have to worry about their breath when they are in interviews. They have the luxury of just being nervous about their answers.
I am so fed up. I decided I don't care if I have to eat only lettuce and drink celery juice for the next year, I will do it. I am so sick and tired of this condition stealing opportunities from me, stealing my future. Stealing my ****ing life! Enough is enough.
