On January 11th, at 6:30 p.m. , I showed up at the Van Nuys Flyaway to sit for a US Census Job Placement Test.
A few days later, the census office called to tell me I had passed the test and gotten 20 out of 28 correct.
Several days after I was told the results, a census worker called my home phone “to clarify some questions”.
I called him back six times and never got a hold of the person.
Finally, someone called from the Census office and asked for my full name and social security number.
He told me they had no record at all of me in their system. My passing test score, (which they originally told me) was nowhere to be found. My ID and name brought nothing up.
I predict the 2010 US Census will be an absolute disaster: poorly administered and profoundly disorganized.