I’m not going to be the next assistant manager at my store. Because I failed the assessment.
I scored a 6; the previous AM who said that I stink scored an 85. The one who was fired after three weeks on the job for being disruptive.
I was honest; it’s against my principles to lie on a pre-employment assessment, no matter how bullshit it is. But I’ve changed so much since I’ve last had to take one of those things.
And I don’t think they design them for writers, anyway. Word choice is everything. Rephrasing a statement can easily change the whole meaning.
It’s for the best, though. I didn’t really want the job, and it would have come with all sorts of complications, like insurance and time management issues and scheduling conflicts.
Now there won’t be much conflict when I start working for the Census Bureau again. One day. I got a call this morning that my training will be in Atlanta in three weeks. I think I have to drive there, although they’d save around $500 just on me if they just bought me a plane ticket instead of reimbursing me mileage.
But it’s the government.