Thursday, March 18, 2010
Dream Maker, Census Taker
Mike from the New York Census called me. Me, the guy who scored 98% on their exam. I wanted to say "About time, Mike" but I just listened. They want to know if I want to be an enumerator. Whatever that is I thought that I wanted to be it.
"Sure, Mike, that sounds swell."
Could I come for training for two days.
"Is it paid? Yes?" "Well then yes, I can."
Do I mind climbing stairs? No problem.
Do I have a problem talking to people?
Oh my God, no, Mike. I don't.
So it seems I will soon be a census taker, love maker, enumerator.
Comfortable shoes and a clipboard. Sounds even hotter than a UPS driver.