P365 Day 202: 1, 2 ... skip a few ... 99, 100

After only a small amount of waffling, and taking nobody else's opinion into account, I have decided to apply to be a census taker. It pays $14 an hour, with most enumerators working 20 to 40 hours a week (good), mostly on nights and weekends (not so good).



Applicants for census-taker-type-people have to take a test to determine their qualifications. Mine is at 7 tonight. I took the practice test online and missed one of 28 questions. (For the record, the question was: "Referring to the following outline of a chapter from a census procedures manual [...], which section tells how supplies such as pencils, erasers, and paper clips should be stored?") D'oh.

Anyway, I don't think I'll have any problem with the test (clerical skills, reading, number skills, interpreting information and evaluating alternatives, and organizational skills) or the criminal background check (you know me and my shady background!), so I think it all comes down to whether they have already hired enough people to cover my ZIP code.

In other news, let me memorialize J.D. Salinger with this quote, sent to me by another editor:

"... I privately say to you, old friend ... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((())))." — J.D. Salinger (Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction)

Oh, and to the folks west of me — and that's just about all of you — if you haven't already been struck by the ice/sleet/snow storm, it's headed your way. Bundle up. :)