Mr President likes psychometric tests. He’s not sure quite how much of a freak this makes him but he’s pretty sure it ranks pretty highly on the freak-o-meter. He doesn’t care.
Ever since he was at school he’s loved tests and exams. As you can imagine, this made Mr President the most popular boy in school, since everybody loves a swot, don’t they?
The reason he brings it up is because today he has a third interview with a company he’s seen already last Wednesday, and again yesterday. He’s been told there will be a psychometric test, but the rest of the interview’s content is unknown. For some perverse reason he’s looking forward to the test, even more so since he’s done practice ones.
From what he can gather these sorts of tests are full of the types of questions that litter IQ tests and he always scores highly on those. He’s good at lateral and logical thinking, his spacial awareness is excellent and he can usually spot patterns pretty well.
Of course there’s always the time pressure and possibility they’ll throw some tough ones at him but he’s oddly calm. This may be partly down to the fact that he had two second interviews yesterday, and the other company have suggested they will be unlikely to bother with a third interview. They haven’t said no, but they will either be making an offer or rejection, which he will find out this morning. He’s dreading this news.
Perhaps, then, it is this sense of dread, rather than his love of tests, that’s affecting his odd calm this morning? No, that wouldn’t explain why he actually enjoyed doing the practice test and might continue to do them “just for fun”. He’s a sick boy that one.