Maybe,just maybe,I’m shallow. I mean,I was looking at the other candidates like pahahahaha,you have nothing on me. But honestly,not everyone-in fact,no one-walks about with IQs taped to their foreheads. So I was judging-yes,judging-based purely on how they look. Does this make me shallow-or perceptive? Aha! Potato? Potato?

One sharp-witted lass came to the interview garbed in jeans and a bright purple exhibition top. sheathing my claws now She was the only other lass in flat shoes. I wasn’t sure if that bode badly on the impression I was giving. shrug Desiderata: There will always be greater and lesser personns than yourself. Everyone else-or rather,the ones I saw,looked to be of sub-standard aptitude…which was important,right? Seeing as it was an aptitude test. Ok,now,for real,I’m-mostly-done being catty.

The offices were impressive. We were called into the conference room where a jovial supervisor handed us the test. And for the next 1 and a half hours,that’s what we did. Now. Fantastically for me,most of it-indeed,three quarters of it-was grammar. My forte.

UNFORTUNATELY. There was a current affairs section as well. I am the first to admit that my blondness knows NO BOUNDS when it comes to current affairs. I am the first also to see the irony in this. Anyway. After the test I was assured that I was not being blonde,most people who are on that current affairs ish didn’t know either. I hope there were several like me who also wrote that David Rudisha broke a Usain Bolt record,because honestly I could’ve SWORN I’ve heard @Nigmwa say that…

To be fair,though. How many of you know who Mengo is? Or Wilbrod Slaa (a quick second went by when I thought they were talking about Wilbroda,and maybe that’s her full name…or summat)? Jean-Pierre Bombo? Robert Gates? Well,I didn’t. I mean really,why can’t they ask something like what do Bruno Mars and Whitney have in common? Those questions are biased. That’s my story. I’m sticking to it.