How in the motherfuckin' hell did I end up here on a perfectly good Saturday taking a dumbass test? I guess I can't be totally pissed. It's all my fault. I kind of chose to be here, and now The Agency refuses to let me fail out. So, I will take and re-take these goddamn tests until the board see it fit to pass me. Who knew that the death dealing business had such high standards?
There's math and countless forms to fill out. There's a metric shit-ton of manuals and obscure tools involved, too. How this all fits into professional human extermination is not beyond me, but all this science certainly takes the fun out of sending folks to their maker. Moreover, death dealing is an exact science. Sending lethal destruction to anywhere but the planned point is totally unacceptable which brings me here - taking this stupid re-test on a day normally reserved for sleeping and binge drinking. I have to thank The Agency though. Without those guys I would be enjoying a moderately productive life.
