I waited a little while to publish this, because I recently sent a letter of complaint to the company and was hoping for a response. I didn't get one.
Here's the email I sent:
It was a lot, all at once, and I was just trying to keep it together.
"I need something good. I need a win." I thought.
And then I got the interview, and it was just so perfect. I think if it had just been a midlevel encounter, I really might have kept floundering. But it wasn't. It was the extreme I needed. It was AWFUL. It was bizarre. So bizarre that I suddenly had to write it all down. For probably the first time in my life I didn't have a notebook, so I had to go buy one. I recorded it in detail. The decor, his tone, his expressions, his condescension and how it felt. I didn't want to forget any of it. In the time it took me to write it all out I wasn't obsessing over death, illness or guilt. It felt wonderful.
I was still a bundle of bruises, but I was out of the woods.