A particularly stereotypical Monday
So, I leaped dragged myself out of bed bright-eyed and bushy-tailed half dead this morning expecting to take the test for the spoken part of my French second language equivalency rating this morning. With a sore throat and trying to cough up a lung about once a minute the test was shaping up to be a magical experience. The unexpected snow this morning was just icing on the cake.
As I staggered to work, my cellphone rang. It was the voicemail system at work calling because someone had left a message. I punched in my password and listened to a message from the language testing people. My test, which had already been rescheduled once because of a scheduling snafu, was cancelled because the examiner was sick. I arrived at work, checked my email and then promptly went home sick.
Some days when you think it’s really not worth getting out of bed you should seize that thought and run with it.
Maybe Tuesday will be more of a success.
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Sheesh – do we only have one examiner in the NCA? I suppose it’s all for the best considering your condition. I don’t envy you having that still hanging over your head, though. Best of luck, dude
The agency I work for has its own official languages unit. There are only a few examiners and if one of them is unexpectedly away I can imagine it causes a lot of chaos.
And, yeah, it’s probably for the best. I’m not that horribly stressed about it as I’m scheduled to start full-time in early May, but only for a few months. I just want to try the test before heading off in the hopes that I will get my B and not have to go on full-time.
ack! i hate days like that. hope you are on the mend…
no pressure, but you ever comin’ back?
Fear not! I am still in the Land o’ the Living, even though I did spend most of last week trying to cough up my lungs.