So I went to take my test to be a census worker today; now I feel f bad. It’s not that I failed the test; I did well there. But in the time we had before testing got underway I was able to get a look at some of the other folks who were applying with me. One young man was trying to get the job so he could support his fledgling family; another was a veteran. Another lady was taking the test for the second time to try and up her score and therefore her chances of getting hired, and one mustn’t forget the little old lady sitting behind me who was terrified that yet another job was going to discriminate based on age.
I’m a young, 24-year old male, with a degree from Notre Dame who has no dependents. And I am going to try and take this job over these people?
Don’t I feel high and mighty…
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