You log into the booking system at 7:00 AM on a Tuesday. You’re feeling optimistic. You type in your postcode, and the website loads… slowly. It’s like it’s doing you a favor by even acknowledging your presence.
You finally see the calendar. Six months from now. In a town three counties over. At 2:45 PM on a Wednesday. Do you even own a car that can drive that far? Rhetorical question, obviously not.
This isn’t just a wait. This is a pilgrimage. You’re basically joining a cult where the initiation ritual is staring at a waiting list that never seems to move.
That “Next Available” Button Lies
It tells you there’s a slot next week. You click it with the speed of a caffeine-fueled squirrel. Surprise! It’s a cancellation. A cancellation from a test that was already cancelled by a student who failed three times. You are now fighting for scraps. Good luck, soldier.
You refresh the page. And refresh again. And again. Your thumb actually starts to develop carpal tunnel. Is this worth it? you whisper to your laptop. The laptop does not answer. It’s tired too.
