Blerg
So, today I did an exam (the exam?) for the civil service, specifically for the position of Library Assistant. I'd applied for it a couple months ago, when I was with Eircom, and the date dove-tailed nicely with the sh!tstorm that was my last job. (I'll be writing something lengthy at some point about everthing being an inevitable result of everything that came before.... :P)
I managed to roll into bed at 5.30am or so, and then up at 8am for the damn exams.
My mum gave me a lift in to the exam centre, as it's right beside the school she works in.
"I believe in a thing called love" is now wedged in my brain from the radio.
I dozed off a couple times during the verbal reasoning portion, and blew the next 2 sections away. Yes, funnily enough I can add/subtract at a Primary School level..... (the various dreams where I was in that damn video *really* didn't help....)
So, finally, the questionaire. Where they want to make sure that they're not biasing the exams against your sex/colour/religion/race/creed/breakfast-cereal-preferance.
Fairly standard stuff.
Relegion choices: usual mainstream stuff (not me). Other (Please specify). None.
Um....
Other (Please Specify).......
I can feel it calling to me.....
The pencil moves of it's own accord (granted, with me giggling, quietly, but manically). It's inevitable. There is but one thing I can write at this moment:
S - A - T - A - N - I - S - M
I really shouldn't be let out in public unsupervised...... :P