A Job to be Done

Since I had just moved to London, and my job required driving, I thought it best that I proceed to the driving school uk. I knew it was going to be a difficult task, since I was used to driving on the right side of the road, and here they drove on the left. The motor trade, which I had read about earlier that morning, didn't take into full account the conditions in the UK, since things were quite different here. I also was aware that insurance would be required if I were to pass the test at the driving school uk. I was nervous, as it was my first day.

They asked me about my dsa, which I was completely clueless about. What the hell is that, I wondered. Could it be something like dna, and would they be tracking me by it the entire time. I became reluctant at that point, and wondered if the whole driving school uk was a mistake. I was always conscious of the government tracking me, and wondered if this was something along those lines. Perhaps if they didn't mention this mysterious acronym again, all would be well. I ignored them, or rather told them that my dsa was fine, at which point the manager of the driving school uk turned his head and looked at me curiously, as if I was a criminal. Perhaps that was the absolute wrong answer, but I had no way of knowing. All was in the hands of the creator at this point. I wasn't about to ask about this dna or dsa thing again though. I had become completely and absolutely terrified of it at this point. I applied a permanent grin to my face, and slipped into automatic pilot.

It was time to go out and test my driving skills now. I hadn't previously thought about the fact that the steering wheel was going to also be opposite of what I was used to. I thought to myself that I had really barked up the wrong tree at this point. But there was no turning back, I felt. If I were to back out now, they may be suspicious of me, and report me to the authorities. Especially after my answers concerning their mysterious acronym. I could only play along at this point. We got on the road, and all was going as expected. Driving opposite was as difficult as I had thought. Until I realized we were driving on sand.