For once I was able to get up early this morning. Not even Myrtle got to my bedside before my time to arise. She’s good that way, always acting as my alarm clock, if you will, because, truth be told, I am somehow never able to hear the alarm these days. In fact, yesterday morning I had set my mobile phone’s alarm for an hour earlier than usual. I had to go and write a series of tests later that morning. This was for a position as an assistant librarian downtown at the city’s enormous library.
The tests were conducted over a mere one and a half hours, that’s all the time we were given. Results-wise, there’s good news and bad news. In spite of my stress-filled life, I correctly live in hope and try to keep my mind (and heart) steady and positive. So, let’s start with the bad news and continue writing with flourish, if you will, by following that with the good news. The bad news is that I flunked the computer tests, so badly that, given the minimum requirements for each section of the assessment, I should be disqualified from the next round of assessments.
The good news is that I aced the rest of the assessment. It was primarily a writing assignment. There were general questions, such as who’s the chairman (or woman) of the Federal Reserve and the naming of no less than two major tourist attractions in our city. Then there was a book review, so I had no problems with that one either. There were also questions on genres and book cataloguing within the scope of how a library functions. We also had to distinguish between reference books and non-fiction and fiction books.
So, after a lengthy walk through the city’s public park, I was able to settle my nerves and return to my writing work at home. Incidentally, not only would I regard it as a privilege to be working at this esteemed public library somewhere in the near future, the job is also plumb as they say over in the British Isles. The monthly pay is enormously generous and comes with the usual medical and retirement benefits. In comparison to what writers such as you and me are being paid these days, I have to say that this is quite a gift.
Now, as I was saying earlier, I woke up a lot earlier than usual this morning. I actually slept well, all things considered, and when I got out of bed, I had a sense of nervous excitement with optimism thrown in for good measure. This is a feeling I haven’t had for a while. Before I got started with my work, Myrtle and I went downstairs for our morning ritual. I took a puff while she took a look around the garden and sidewalks. She’s sensible that way and only leaves our apartment when I go down with her.
Then it was to work that we went. I was focused and organized and managed to get a decent bit of writing done within the space of two hours before heading out for a while. But before that, Myrtle, my tortoise-shelled little darling decided to chew my mouse. Boy was I cross, but she soon understood that this was no ordinary mouse and all was well again.
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