This isn’t really a kinky post per se, but I wanted to talk about something personal to me.

For the past few months, I’ve been looking for a new job. It’s been difficult — I’ve collected only form rejections; no phone calls, no emails, no requests for follow-up. I decided when I lost my last job that I would go for my PMP certification, since a lot of roles I apply for say a PMP is a plus. (PMP stands for Project Management Professional.)

I knew it would be difficult. I knew that PMI (the organization that licenses project managers) makes the test hard so you have to do a lot of work to pass it. I took a four-day intensive course. I read three textbooks. I took three practice tests. I made flash cards, for crying out loud, and I haven’t done that since it was an assignment in school.

On the 14th, I took the test.

And I passed.

That test was literally the hardest test I’ve taken since college. I thought I did terribly. In fact, I was only sure about the answers to 30% or so of the questions. But I did pass it, and according to PMI, I passed at an above-average level — so above-average that they had to do an audit of my testing session to make sure I didn’t cheat.

I really didn’t think I did that well. But I did. And now I’m a PMP.

I’ve already used project management skills to create a spanking party. I wonder what else I can get up to with them.