My dreams have been taking me to strange, unknown places since the recent loss of my job, and last night's experience was no exception. As background, I once worked as an MCI long distance telephone operator while in college and would spend long hours directing phone calls for random callers throughout the USA and beyond. The work was tedious and boring, except perhaps when the caller originated from one of the many penitentiaries that contracted MCI to handle collect calls for inmates - then things got a little messed up.
Flashback to a typical inmate-related phone call:
Me: MCI, this is operator 328. May I help you?
Inmate: Collect call to ###-###-####
Me: May I have your name?
Me: One moment please. (dials number)
Callee (feminine voice): Hello?
Me: This is the MCI operator and I have a collect call from Joe. Do you accept the charges?
Inmate (using a feminine voice): Yes, I accept.
Callee: Wait, what? Who's calling me?
Inmate (still using that fake feminine voice): I said YES - put the *&^^%! call through!
Me: One moment while I connect you with my manager. *arrrrgghh*
So after my dream took me back to being employed at that same call center as a long distance operator all over again, I am left with this big huge booming voice screaming in my head:
OH HELL NO.
So where was I? Right. Job seeking with a vengeance, sans long distance call centers, THANKS VERY MUCH.
In a recent chat with a friend about career aspirations, I shared my long-time childhood dream of becoming a professional cheerleader for the Dallas Cowboys, a dream I held onto until heading to college where I learned that I really just needed to find a career that would put money in the bank and food on the table. So yeah, my childhood dream died in college, but probably for the best because I declared a Computer Science major and aspired to make enough money to be self-sufficient, the sensible way to go.
Then this childhood dream reminder magically appeared in my inbox this morning. Seriously?! So this proves that just when you think Amazon couldn't possibly have it all, a link to the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader uniform you thought was only a long-lost dream will likely remind you otherwise. Who knew? SMH.
I am Brenda Swenson and sometimes I blog.