Get that License: — The Test Before the Storm




It’s Wednesday night and I’m staring at my laptop screen like it owes me money. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks cramming through online modules, watching videos, and rereading my notes trying to get ready to take the North Carolina adjuster’s exam.

Here’s the kicker: I’ve been using AdjusterPro, which seems like a pretty solid course overall—except for one detail. Not one slide mentions North Carolina. Not one. I had to schedule the exam, before finishing the course, but yeah ..NADA I’m not saying I need a slideshow of lighthouses and sweet tea, but when you’re about to walk into a test that decides whether or not you’re allowed to assess property damage legally in your home state, a single reference would be nice. I’m not a nervous test taker usually, but I’m not gonna lie—I’m a little uneasy.

Monday morning, I’ll be traveling through the beautiful hamlets of North Carolina—rolling hills, roadside barbecue joints, old barns that look like they could use an estimate of their own—on my way to Richmond Community College. That’s where the magic (or the heartbreak) will happen. I’ve never been there before, but I’m hoping they’ve got a solid testing center and maybe a vending machine that accepts cash.

This is a big step for me. I’ve been around cars and claims my whole life. I’ve worked in the body shop trenches, dealt with insurance adjusters for years, and survived more estimate rewrites than I care to admit. But this is different. This is me stepping over to the other side of the clipboard.

I don’t know what’s waiting for me on the other side of this exam—travel, long hours, natural disasters—but I do know I’ve got enough stories, scars, and coffee in my system to make a go of it.

Wish me luck.


Stay adjusted, stay caffeinated, and Test like your job depends on it.
Nate

P.S. If the test doesn’t mention North Carolina either, I’m just going to assume it’s a secret society and start learning the handshake.

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