So today was the first go round at the BMV for my CDL temps. I failed.
I of course knew I was going to fail. I hate taking tests. Blood tests, driving tests, pregnancy tests, any kind of test, and I hate it.
I seriously begin to freak out. Today, I shook like a scared chihuahua, sweated like an obese person chasing a rolling donut (been there, done that), and doubted myself, like a whore at the gates of Heaven.
It was fantastic. Not.
So I get to go do it again. Tomorrow.
If I do not pass it tomorrow, I think I will give up. Too much pressure. If i pass tomorrow, I get to look forward to more testing.
Remind me, why did I think this was a splendid idea?
Shoot me now.
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