Phone Interview...check!

Hey friends! Thanks to all of you who were praying for me today on my phone interview. It went really well. I tried not to make Ashton feel too bad about her ditching me last Wednesday--I thought it best to keep my disappointment concealed by a thin mask of "oh, let's let bygones be bygones..."
I'm kidding. It went well. It was less than 30 minutes, and in that brief time she described the position, the type of person they're looking for, and then asked me some questions. You know, "Tell me of a time when you had to handle a situation with an irate customer." "Describe a situation where you had to be the bearer of bad news." "Do you have a valid driver's license?" "Have you ever negotiated in a professional setting?"
At the end of the convo, she told me about the"pre-employment test." Hah, test is a four letter word, I just realized that... Anyway, this thing sounds like high school all over again. Why? Because I'm basically taking a specialized SAT/ACT test. Except this time, the score doesn't help me get into a college of my choice. It gives me the opportunity to get a face to face behavioral interview, which then determines whether or not I get this job. And what is one of the major sections to be covered? "Oh, oh! English!" *EHHHH* "Writing!" *EHHHH* "O.K., uh, art!" *EHHHH* "Alright, um, Science?" *EHHHH* "P.E.?" *EHHHH* "Underwater toe jam picking?" *EHHHH* "Oh no--no, not that one! PLEASE, not...Math?" *DING*--check please!
Huh, another four letter word. Guess what my most dreaded, hated, loathed subject was in high school? Yes, this is a test from God Almighty, that if I'm going to get this job, I will have to face my dark past and break through those nightmarish memories of Mr. Mike and little Tafoya cramming algorithms down my throat, while trying with all might and restraint not to chuck my TI-whatchamacallit at the chalkboard and torch my textbook on the teachers desk before tearing my shirt off and running out the door screaming. I'm just kidding! It wasn't that bad...ha-ha...ha. Ha.
O.K., sorry for that evil flashback. Honestly, I'm looking forward to the challenge. I'm going big, or I'm going home, as my roommate-for-life Jon and I said back in college. And here's my creedo: Carpe Diem. What does it mean? Seize the day, baby, Seize the day. And that's precisely what I mean to do.
No date yet as to when I march to the front line. I'm expecting a call from the hiring manager here in Junction within the week. Then, it's go time.