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2002-10-26
I wanna be a Fed: Well, that is, I would like to work for a federal agency, specifically the IRS. Why, do you ask? Because they're hiring right now, and I gotta take what I can get. Sheesh. As Richard says, if they hire me I'll be an IRS Stormtrooper. I kinda like the sound of that, actually...
And as I put it to him and his family as we were discussing this: would you rather have Joe Blow Clueless looking over your tax return, or would you rather have *me*, a person who is rather clueful and quite dedicated to fairness?
So the other night I waltzed my butt over there to take the exam. Whoooooo-boy, they have some security. I had to go through a metal detector and they x-rayed my bag, just like at the airport. There were security guards everywhere we went, to make sure we didn't wander on the way to the cafeteria.
The actual test didn't take very long. Some of the sections only had ten questions. Heh. But the filling out of paperwork took awhile, as did the fingerprinting of everyone there (a couple hundred people, I would guess).
And oh, this is lovely -- they reassured us that if we were not selected for employment, our fingerprint card would be destroyed. Uh, that's supposed to be comforting, in an age where everything is scanned and computerized? Puh-lease, the government is NOT about to let go of a single set of fingerprints once it gathers them.
So now I'm officially a Fingerprinted Person. If I ever plan on doing any crimes, I'll have to wear gloves. Good thing I'm not planning on committing any crimes. What with the hassle of a trial (and possible imprisonment, and/or fines), and all the angst about getting caught, it's just really not my bag.
Anyhoo, in two weeks they'll be sending me the results of my test. I think I did pretty well. It wasn't that tough. At least, I don't *think* so. Some of the questions were more to get a psychological profile - ones asking what you would do if you were assigned a task you didn't know how to do and didn't feel qualified doing, that kind of thing.
So I guess I'll see. Until then, I gotta keep pounding the pavement. I keep running out of money. Amazing how that happens when you haven't got a job, heh. Hopefully my family will be sending me a little bit to survive on soon. I surely need it - I went to check my bank balance the other day and found that I was overdrawn. That always leaves a nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach. And it brings up a rant...
Why oh why do they even bother with the whole authorization of payments on your atm / debit card if they're going to let you get in the hole anyway? I mean, I would have foregone purchases if I had known it would send me below zero. Is this just a big scam so they can collect extra fees every time you get overdrawn? I'm starting to wonder. All I want is a little feedback so I know when I'm out of money. Sigh. I guess you can't trust 'em.
So I suppose I'll have to be one of those people who keeps track of everything themselves from now on. How aggravating. I mean, we have the technology so that we shouldn't have to do that... argh. Whatever. In *my* world, it wouldn't be so darned annoying.
Vote for me, next time Empress of the Universe comes up for election, won't you? :)
