Not so Dreamy Experience
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.
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I am Brenda Swenson and sometimes I blog.