At the moment, I’m in the middle of an application process for a public sector job. In spite of the fact that this is work I’ve done before, and work I’m eminently qualified to do, I might lose out on it for stupid bureaucratic reasons.
Like a lot of public sector jobs, this one requires applicants to take an exam; and like a lot of exams, this one had math on it. I was extremely anxious beforehand — on the drive over, the music running through my head was the Confutatis from Mozart’s Requiem. My hand shook the entire time I was taking the test. And after all that effort, I’m probably screwed anyway.
I promise my next post will involve something other than whining about my job search.
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