6:47 again. What the hell is it about that exact time? I am not enjoying coffee much anymore
at all and find myself forced to finish the first cup before I go fill up again (though it usually sits untouched). I had to get up and start studying.
The house was very chilly, so a fire was obvious, but we had no kindling. FEAR NOT! My son taught me how to safely start a fire with gasoline (please do not roll your eyes like L did yesterday as he giggled at me). I have tons of paper (mail from the last year) that needs to burn (my method of shredding). IT TOOK ME A GODDAMN HOUR TO START A FIRE WITH GASOLINE AND PAPER. My girl scout card has been rescinded.
I studied. Took a third fake test and did even better, so I reviewed all the special categories then I figured, what the hell, if I don’t know it by now, I won’t know it. I hung out with my kid. I offered to pay him money to add my hours up (I’m at 2,144). I m so tired of messing up adding, so I decided it’s time to pass the job on with the incentive of earning cold, hard cash. He made more per hour tonight than I make in my job. Ugly, but worth it. It was time to leave for Sacramento to the Test-Take Facility and I was nervous (or not reacting well to the steak I ate for dinner). Sometimes it’s just plain good sense to have Pepto Bismal hidden in your center console.
I arrived and waited a while – folks were being turned back when the
y approached even 10 minutes earlier than stated, so I solitaired it. Then , get this – I was told it was the LPPC law and ethics exam, not MFT (ok , that’s fine) but when I took off my Marmot jacket I was told the BBS does not allowed hoodie-type shirts. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!? I was wearing a thin little thing with a hood I got at REI. She told me there was a Target a few exits away so I headed to go shopping on Black Friday. In 20 minutes I was back. The test was fairly easy – there were only a couple that stumped me, so I am not concerned at all about the MFT exam, if BBS ever gets their act together (both checks were cashed). I sent them an email, since my 4 calls never went through. I’ll keep calling though, as I have little faith in the BBS. If anything, I’ll have to drive down.
Picked up G
irl and came home to a sick Boy. I’m happy…looking forward to my nacho/burrito extravaganza in exactly one week. I’m so relieved I passed. 🙂
Pictures: This afternoons Wicked Tree; Counting my hours; Like flies to the honeycomb (???) people enter The Test Site.
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