Okay nerds, do I have a story for you! Ight, so there is a job position that I have wanted for years now but you need certain scores to get into job fields and that particular one required a very high score. So last year when I saw it was open, I jumped for it. I studied for two months, nose in book and all that shit. I wanted it more than anything. The day of the test approached. I could do this. I tested and missed it by ten points. Naturally I angsted for some time and realized the job would be grabbed quickly so I gave up.
Fast forward to two weeks ago, I saw the job was still available. No one had tested high enough to get it or no one who was interested had made the call to interview. So, I had two weeks to study while it is recommended that you take a few months. In two weeks I jam packed my brain. I stayed up until 4 in the morning to study. For a week. The day of the test approached. I did not sleep that night.
I left at 4:30 in the morning. There was a blizzard and our roads were awful. I drove out anyway. The snow was thick, the skies dark, but I persisted. Going at a snails pace. What normally was an hour and a half drive would take two and a half. Some roads had not been plowed and my car was little and not built for this type of snow.
I fishtailed down the street, my car valiantly chugging along. I swerved on the same road where I had crashed head on into a tree four years ago during another blizzard. I passed by it and approached the steep hill down the road.
I had trouble with this hill on a good day. I slowly approached it and began my journey upwards. I made it halfway without trouble and I was so excited. Then…my car stopped moving forward, slowly moving back down towards the bottom where another car was slowly approaching.
I kept my foot on the gas, wheels spinning and the car swerved ominously. I started to cry. I admit it. The car that was approaching luckily turned into another road, but I was still struggling up the hill. I finally moved forward, shrieking with glee as I passed over it.
I made it to the testing site with twenty minutes to spare. Luckily I had left three hours early. The other people who were supposed to test never arrived. It was just me and the proctor. We talked about Harry Potter.
I took the test which took 3 hours. Each section was timed. I could hear the timer ticking. I changed some of my answers, hoping they were correct.Three hours later, I finished the final question. I say by, waiting for my score to be announced.
The proctor finished grading and frowned. Asking what score I needed. I told him and he was silent for a long moment. Then he lifted his hand for a fist bump.
I got it. The exact score I needed. Three hours of driving and two weeks of barely any sleep and it was over. I raced to the manager of the position and they said the job was still open. I will be interviewing next week. So the take away of this is don’t give up with you first failure. Life throws lemons and all that rot, but you have to throw back.