Exam 2 - uh, Done.

I can't say that I rocked Exam 2.  I got an 84.  But I have an excuse.

Every morning, I drop The Boy off at school at 7:45-ish and head to the office, which is only 3 miles away. That puts me to work at 8 - but I don't start until 8:30.  I usually use that 30 minutes for the drafting of these highly provocative, ultra-uber-amazing posts that you are now reading.   In my infinite insanity, I decided to use that time on Tuesday for my exam.  Why, you ask?  Because my exam time on Sunday got bumped, and I didn't want to get behind.  You know how important my schedule is to me.  Cough cough.

Anyhow, I settled into the break room at work and decided to crank out my exam.  Thirty minutes should be scads, right?   It's only 50 questions, after all.

Here's the scene.

(Break room in corporate America.  Siren Sex Goddess at a table, lounging in front of an open exam book in a way that can only be described as "stunning."  Enter Coworker.)

Coworker:  What are you doing?

SSG:  Taking a test.

Coworker:  What kind of test?

SSG:  Firefighting.

Coworker:  Do you want to be a firefighter?

SSG:  No, but I write about firefighters.

Coworker:  Oh. 

(Coworker exits break room.  Enter Coworker 2.)


Coworker 2:  What are you doing?

SSG:  Taking a test.

Coworker 2:  What kind of test?

SSG:  Firefighting.

Coworker 2:  Do you want to be a firefighter?

(continue to replay this conversation 14 more times.)

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Dearest reader, are you getting the idea?  Are you feeling my pain?  Suffice it to say, 30 minutes was not enough time.  It took me two very distracted mornings to get through Exam 2.  In light of this tragic series of events, I think an 84 is a perfectly respectable score.  So be it.

Bring on Exam 3.