Friday Afternoon Confessional: The Phone
I confess that I may have missed out on a campus interview in part because I didn’t sound enthusiastic on the phone. This is because I never sound enthusiastic on the phone. The way I come across on the phone accurately reflects my true feelings: I hate being on the phone. Yet it is also misleading, insofar as one naturally extrapolates to the idea that my tone reflects my feelings about the content as well as the form of the exchange. I can think of a lot of other good reasons why I didn’t get the campus interview, though, so I’ll be okay.
I confess that few things please me as much as an empty inbox and a zero balance.
I confess that after having a bag of rice on hand in my Kalamazoo cupboard for nearly a year, I finally decided to try my hands at beans and rice. I count it as a success.
I confess that whenever I realize that one quarter has already come and gone this year, I am shocked. They just get faster and faster. Thankfully (?) this is the last one for now, or else I might completely lose all concept of time.
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