Earlier this week, I received a couple emails with more details about my interview with the provincial electrical utility: It’s two days of assessments, and they call it “boot camp”. How absolutely terrifying. On the plus side, they’re flying me to the mainland, putting me up in a hotel, and paying for my food and transport while there. I’ve NEVER experienced any job interview like that, and it makes me hopeful, because why would they invest so much money in me if they didn’t really want to hire me? Calming thoughts, calming thoughts.
Unfortunately, I had another fright this morning and it hasn’t dissipated: To prepare for the 1.5 hour quiz on grade 12 mathmatics and physics that I’ll be required to write, I looked up the provincial curriculum for these courses. Fucking hell. It’s all trigonometry and calculus and algebra and crazy nerdy shit that I haven’t touched in 11 years. I’d been thinking the topics would be more like the stuff I did at trade school, which was practical and challenging, though fairly easy… I loved it. Not trig, though! Oh, and graphing functions… I hate graphing functions, and they send me into a mind-numbing spiral of anxiety.
More importantly, as I mentioned: I managed to scrape by in these courses in high school, but that was over a decade ago.
I spent the afternoon at the local library, where I picked up comprehensive books on the BC curriculum. My idea was that I could simply go through their practice quizzes to learn the main concepts, but I rapidly realized that I have no clue how to even start answering any of the test questions. I don’t understand what the questions are even asking me to do. My memory of this level of math and physics is so hazy it’s like starting from the beginning, with the constant pressure of having only 18 days to learn it.
So that’s what I’m doing. A Saturday night, a kitchen table, a pad of graph paper, a stack of “Complete Idiot’s” guides and their ilk, a pencil, a calculator, and a cup of tea. I’m trying not to questions my choices, because it’s getting tiring to constantly wonder what the hell I’m doing, or rather why I’m doing it, so instead I’m trying to pretend this is fun and useful and the sort of thing I’ll look back in another 20 years and really get a kick out of.