I was sitting at my desk, it was a Monday, my first day in the lab. I was preparing some experimental materials. I heard my name called from down the hall, “Fredrickson!” I rushed into the lab director’s office adjacent to mine. The nameplate on her door said “Dr. Alexandrine.”
She was hanging up the phone as I entered. ”Fredrickson, we’ve got an emergency at City Hall. An enraged employee is holding the mayor hostage.”
She was grave, “the employee is an intern with a difficult-
“Or else what?” I asked.
We raced to City Hall, the Phonetics Lab X van’s siren blaring. The
director brought the van to a screeching halt at the steps of the building. I
jumped out and ran up the stairs, the police giving me directions on
where to go. I could hear yelling as I ran towards the mayor’s
office, “Fine, if no one will show me the respect I deserve!
I burst through the doors, “[muɴisal no:::::]!”
But I wasn’t face-
I stammered. She explained that it was a routine test they staged with all the new lab interns. There was no crisis, no deranged intern, no mayor in danger. At the time I felt disappointed, but I didn’t realize then how useful this test would be.