Then one day I read an ad in the paper for employment in the civil service as a psychometrist. A psychometrist? I read the job description. I found out a psychometrist is a person who gives psychological tests.
I pictured myself giving sophisticated tests that measured intricacies of thought. I saw myself exploring the pathways of the brain discovering portals through which I could look into people’s brains to see what makes them tick! All I needed was my degree and to pass the civil service exam. I knew I could pass that damn test!
My discovery set off an explosion of hope within me! A flame began to burn inside. I raised my head up high. I saw himself on the distant horizon, tiny and almost invisible but, for the first time in my life, clearly defined!
I decided to take the test and change my life forever!
I knew my journey toward respectability wouldn’t be an easy one. I still had to work and I hated that shitty job. But, the test wasn’t that far down the road so I tried to stay positive.
Then one day, my car gave up the ghost!
Which meant that every night at eleven then again at seven a.m. I had to hitch rides to and from work in the cold, dark, dead of winter.
(… that cold winter bitch! I hated her as she constantly tried to embrace me with her icy, frigid, killing fingers .)