It is apparent, that I've been remiss in my explaination of who I am...not to make a life story out of it, here's the "Cliffs Notes" version...
I was making a megre living folding shipping boxes at a local factory to try and pay for college classes, unfortunately for the world, that gravy train ran out (it was a perfume and make-up factory so they hired college students for the summer on assembly lines for Christmas production)....I got laid off, and did the next logical thing and went to the unemployment office....
They gave me a test to see where I would fit best (it involved how to use wrenches and screw drivers as I recall)...(I just wanted to go back to folding boxes again)...several weeks went by and the unemployment office called me back to take another test (I'm thinkin' they done figured out I'm retarded)...so I do...only this time there was half as many people taking this test as the last one....weeks go by again and finaly another phone call from the unemployment office...they want me to take ANOTHER test!...so I do.
I go back and take another test...this time I'm the only one taking the test, and folks are watching me take it...(it was several essay questions)....
weeks go by again and I get a call from the unemployment office, they want me to come back to speak to the manager;
so I do...I meet the secretary and tell who I am...She stands up and says you're in BIG TROUBLE MR.!..she takes me by the arm and hauls me to the managers office, shoves me in there and slams the door.
The manager looks up at me (irritated) and asks in a harsh tone; "Where did you get the answers to those tests!?!...and I replied;
"How could get answers to tests I didn't know I was going to be taking?"
Manager;
"Then you guessed?"
Me;
"No it wasn't a guess, I read the questions and I answered them."
Manager;
"Then there is only one place we can place you....NASA"
My box folding dreams were dashed on the rocks....A U.S. gubment certified genius...misery finally has a name...