Corpse Run 197: Family Tech Support
I have a sneaking suspicion that most people who read my little strip are also the go-to tech support people for their families. As such, I wont get into the nitty gritty about that nonsense, other than to say it’s like my old tech support days sans having no further contact with the… customer.
So I’ve now taken my two real estate exams. The school test was done on Friday, and although I don’t have the results back from that one yet, I am 100% certain that I passed.
The state exam, however, was actually kind of confusing, many “huh?” moments were experienced. The exam was 1 1/2 hours long, but I finished in about twenty-five minutes. I then used the next half hour and change to go over the test and, on a sheet of scrap paper, compile my answers into three columns: questions I knew I got right, questions I was 50/50 on, and questions that I just made educated guesses on.
That’s right, I spent more time figuring out what grade I got on the test than I didactually taking the test.
Once I handed it in, I was told that it would take a week to get the results back.
I happened to check the results today, and they’re back already. This either means that my state government is either really fast and efficient when it comes to paperwork processing, or that they’re comically inaccurate in setting schedules. Since I am of the opinion that the government can’t possibly be good at stuff, I’ll go with the latter.
Oh, and if you were wondering, I passed, rendering that half hour I spent predicting my grade a waste of time. Woo?
After the test on Tuesday I walked straight to another appointment with Randy, my dentist, for a cleaning. In true dental comedian fashion, Randy walked me through the process:
“You’ve had a cleaning before, right?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” I said, my eyes on the verge of rolling.
“So you know… how pleasant they are, yeah?”
He said this while breaking out the jar of topical anesthetic.
“Oh, they’re awesome,” I said, “they’re so awesome that you use the numbing cream to keep me from enjoying it too much.”
My dentist and I have a love/hate relationship: I love talking to him, I hate having sharp tools in my mouth.