I think you have to take all of us with a grain of salt. When I started in this lunatic business, nobody would teach you anything. you had to "pass the test" by winning over the crusty old union guys who didn't want the young and the smart anywhere near them. We might make them look slow and bad!
My first job in the biz was driving Bill Cosby and Gil Cates around Norwalk CT for a show called "To All My Friends On Shore" ( extra points for the title provenance.)
Now, I'm one of the crusty old guys. Except I decided long ago to NOT fit into that mold, and to impart what little nuggets (or droppings, depending on your POV) I could.
I had a Teamster once threaten to break my legs, because this cheapskate producer I was working for sent me in a van to pick up some c-stands from a NYC rental house. When you're 23, just out of college and very green around the gills that's pretty spooky. I was amazed at the number of low-lifes you had to deal with to make movies.
I digress. What was the point anyway? Oh, yeah, the certification. It's nice to have that thingie hanging on the wall. I like thingies hanging on the wall. i've got lots of them. It impresses clients. Heck, my Emmy nominations impress ME sometimes. If nothing else it validates your having studied the application. What the heck, take the test. Go for the other certifications too. Somebody somewhere will think it's cool. And work on your reel. That can't hurt.
