Things are getting back to normal. Last tuesday I took the postal exam, and the three weeks leading up to that were spent practicing in solitude. Returned Anna Karenina to the library, and didn’t replace it with a new novel due to the incessant studying. People say there’s no way to prepare for that test, but I’ll gladly have a word with them to set them straight. You absolutely must study for this thing. If I’d have gone in there cold, with no prior knowledge of the test, other than what the USPS sends every applicant, there’s no way I would have had a chance of passing. I’m pretty comfortable with how I did. No, didn’t ace it, but I feel I did well.
3-4 weeks will tell. A passing score of 70 or higher will get you on the list for two years. They pick applicants off the top, highest score first.
Why the post office, you ask. Don’t you think it’s amazing, this system we have, this system that we’ve grown so dependant on, where we slip paper in a mailbox, affix a stamp, and somehow, it gets to wherever we want? Love letters, postcards telling travel tales, bills, advertising, magazines. It all travels in the mail.
Anyhow, that’s why.
