A "Troy" moment...

A prayer of faith to accept myself as I am and others as they are, a swift kick in the butt, and a piece of chocolate...and I'll be over it.

I went on a job interview today. Probably one of the least favorite things to do. I get nervous. My cerebral palsy acts up. My mind goes blank.

I love my current job, and I love the people I work with. 20 years in with the State, the challenge of a new job, and a pay raise I have gone years without is a draw.

I studied the questions, then was escorted to another room for the interview. I felt comfortable with my answers. I tried to give focused answers without rambling too much. The three ladies who conducted the interview were very gracious.

After the interview, I was escorted to another room for a written test.

When I got to the room, there was a sheet with questions, a small stack of typing paper...and three pencils.

OMG!

A like a deer caught in the headlights...a "Troy" moment.

There are reasons I learned to type at age 7. My hands are shaky and my handwriting not very legible.

I should have asked for accommodation right then, but I thought I would give it that good ol' college try.

I made my way through the test. As I did, I realized that the endurance that I use to have for handwriting was gone. I have been using the computer for years...I just have not had to handwrite anything.

When I was done, I realized that my best effort would probably not be at all legible to my testers. I alerted them to that, and accommodation has been made.

I need to be more faith in myself to feel more comfortable when I interview, a kick in the butt to ask for accommodation when I need it, and now...I need a piece of chocolate.