I am a mess cont'd
I passed my test. Yea!! I am so happy...now all I have to do is pass the 7, which I am supposed to re-take on the 27th of March. I am so not looking forward to it.
I passed my test. Yea!! I am so happy...now all I have to do is pass the 7, which I am supposed to re-take on the 27th of March. I am so not looking forward to it.
Okay so today I had to take my series 63 exam (the second in two weeks....I failed the 7 miserably last week). First, I woke up late 7:15 instead of 6:45, I got ready quickly and rushed out the house. (For those of you who are not familiar with this type of exam, they won't let you take it without state id) I got on the train and decide to get my ID out of my wallet so that I wouldn't look like the mess that I am in front of the testing center staff...I am diggin profusely through the bag and realize that I don't have at all. I get off the train and go all the way back home and tear the place up looking for my id...I looked in the all the jeans I wore for the past week, in all my coat pockets, through all my papers and in my car..no luck. Ok at this point it is 8:25 too late to cancel with out my company paying a fine, which I would have to explain away, so I decide to just go down to the center and beg and hope and pray that they remembered my face from last Monday and feel sorry for me since a failed the first test and just let me in. So I'm in the cab thinking of every where that I had my ID...home depot (checked those clothes..not there), strip club (checked those clothes..not there)...and then it hit me Duh! When I took the test last Monday I needed to carry my ID with me at all times..it's in the suit jacket that I had on Monday. I yell out "I know where it is!" The cab driver looks at me like I am crazy (at this point I am) and I yell at him Stop! Stop! Let me out! I get out run back to my house and sure enough the ID is in the suit pocket. By this time it is like 8:45 and now I can't find a cab. A car that is obviously not a taxi stops to give me a ride...I am frustrated, sweating, hungry and tired so I get in. The car stinks and the driver is going 10 miles an hour. I just noticed that I left my books upstairs when I had my miraculous revelation about the whereabouts of my ID, so I can't read my notes before I get to the test, which I will be 20 minutes late for. I get this pressure in my shoulders and I want to cry...Ugh!!! Hopefully, the nice ladies at the center will have pity and let take the stupid test today.
Welcome to the 2006 Edition of getting to know you.