Hahaha I can just imagine finally getting in front of the Google security team in the office, then realize that you don't have a sim ejector. You try a few things like a mechanical pencil, dental pick, jumbo paperclip, etc. that don't quite work. Then asking around, no one has one but someone fortunately has a sewing kit.
Meanwhile, the Google engineers, who were skeptical to begin with, show some signs of impatience, which you become acutely aware of, and get even more nervous. While you're shaking and pressing too hard, you ultimately stab through your hand and now there is blood everywhere. You try to hide it at first and play it off but blood is getting all over everything and a few drops hit the floor. You try with the needle some more but the blood is too slippery and you accidentally wipe some across your forehead to top it off.
It's been 25 minutes at this point and 2 of them decide it's not worth their time any more and leave, which you also notice, and begin to realize your chance is slipping away and you're spiraling internally.
Eventually, someone produces a bandaid, but your hands are shaking too much and they have to pitifully put it on for you. While contemplating if you are actually a grownup or just a large child, you realize you started sweating a lot and you forgot to put on deodorant because you're traveling and left it at home. You smell your own awful fear creeping up through the neck of your hoodie, hoping that the guy who is fixing you up doesn't notice.
Crazy intrusive thoughts start to cross your mind as you pick up the needle again, but a woman snaps you out of it with "would this work?" holding up an earring. You kick yourself for not thinking of it earlier when you actually noticed her earrings during earlier chit chat. "I'll try not to get blood on it," you chuckle, but no one really laughs beyond a murmur.
In seconds, you pop the sim out and swap it, quickly demo the vulnerability speaking faster than Eminem spitting Rap God. Everyone is quiet for an eternity (1.5) seconds as pressure builds, until the engineer who handed you the earring says "holy shit" and runs off without her earring. Those in the small crowd turn to each other to discuss, taking the pressure off you as you go totally cold from the sweat that you now realize has trickled all the way down your leg.
The rest of the day you are high as ever, like the feeling of headiness after eating an extremely spicy order of hot wings or curry.
Meanwhile, the Google engineers, who were skeptical to begin with, show some signs of impatience, which you become acutely aware of, and get even more nervous. While you're shaking and pressing too hard, you ultimately stab through your hand and now there is blood everywhere. You try to hide it at first and play it off but blood is getting all over everything and a few drops hit the floor. You try with the needle some more but the blood is too slippery and you accidentally wipe some across your forehead to top it off.
It's been 25 minutes at this point and 2 of them decide it's not worth their time any more and leave, which you also notice, and begin to realize your chance is slipping away and you're spiraling internally.
Eventually, someone produces a bandaid, but your hands are shaking too much and they have to pitifully put it on for you. While contemplating if you are actually a grownup or just a large child, you realize you started sweating a lot and you forgot to put on deodorant because you're traveling and left it at home. You smell your own awful fear creeping up through the neck of your hoodie, hoping that the guy who is fixing you up doesn't notice.
Crazy intrusive thoughts start to cross your mind as you pick up the needle again, but a woman snaps you out of it with "would this work?" holding up an earring. You kick yourself for not thinking of it earlier when you actually noticed her earrings during earlier chit chat. "I'll try not to get blood on it," you chuckle, but no one really laughs beyond a murmur.
In seconds, you pop the sim out and swap it, quickly demo the vulnerability speaking faster than Eminem spitting Rap God. Everyone is quiet for an eternity (1.5) seconds as pressure builds, until the engineer who handed you the earring says "holy shit" and runs off without her earring. Those in the small crowd turn to each other to discuss, taking the pressure off you as you go totally cold from the sweat that you now realize has trickled all the way down your leg.
The rest of the day you are high as ever, like the feeling of headiness after eating an extremely spicy order of hot wings or curry.