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Location: Inside the Writer's Digest office | You've accidentally dialed the wrong phone number, but the person who answers sounds familiar. Immediately he/she recognizes you, but because made the call you're too embarrassed to ask who it is. Using only dialogue, figure out who the person is.
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| Let's see, is Colby's number 46 or 64? I should look it up, but I don't want to get up and get it. The worst that can happen is that I'll get a wrong number and say "I'm sorry" and hang up. I'll try 46.
Ring... "Hello" (a woman's voice).
"Oh, do I have 87546?"
"You sure do. Mia! Is that you?"
"Yes," I say with hesitation. Who is this person?
"I'm so relieved you finally called me. This has to be a miracle!"
"A miracle? Oh, yes, a miracle. I just couldn't locate your phone number."
"Oh, a brain fart. Well, at least you have it now. I am so glad you called."
"You are? Am I that special?"
"Funny, Mia. Of course, you're that special."
I know that voice. I just can't get a handle on it.
"So how's everything with you, Mia?"
"Oh, so-so, you know. Some days are better than others. It just takes time."
"Yes, I know exactly what you mean, but despite your feelings, you called, anyway. Way to go, girlfriend! Say, Mia, would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night? We'd love to have you!"
We? This must be a friend who's living with a man or married to him. There's Judith, Kimberly, Megan, Julia and Nancy, but this doesn't sound like any of them.
"I'd love to, but I can't. I have a date."
"That's great, Mia. I hope he's a good guy. Well, then, how about the next night? You're not going to hang up until I get a firm date from you."
Oh, jeez, I'm really in a bind.
"Well, all right, how about a week from tonight? I've forgotten your address, though, one of the numbers..."
"Oh, I don't live there anymore. I thought you knew that I've moved in with him. Oh, it was him you wanted to talk to, wasn't it? Does this mean you're still mad at me?"
Oh my god, it's Amy. She's the one who stole Colby away from me.
"Amy, you're a bitch of a friend!" I slam down the receiver. | |
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Location: swamps o' Florida | Leah,
I liked your story. Clever and funny. | |
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| Listening to the ringing on the other end of the phone, I realize I’ve forgotten who I just dialed. I hate that.
“Hello?” I know that voice...
“Yes! Hello, it’s Lisa. Lisa Dero.”
“Is that really you, Lisa? My God, it’s been a long time.”
“Yep, it’s me. How are you? What’s up?”
“Oh, God, we haven’t talked in ages, have we? Are you still in California?”
“Oh, yeah, San Francisco, where it’s foggy and cool on the good days. We actually have some sun today, though nobody expects that to last. How’s it looking where you are?”
“The usual, you know, sunny and hot. Of course you know—you’ve been here in September. The kids are out by the pool, trying to throw the cat in.”
“How are your kids? School going well?”
“Oh, sure, the little one’s in her first year, you know, and she’s gotten over the trauma of entering first grade. The other two are in middle school, and they’re both shining examples of good kids, of course. On their good days.”
“Hasn’t one of them got a birthday coming up?” Asked as a desperate guess of a question, fishing for more information.
“You’re right—Henry will be twelve in a couple of weeks. Can’t believe you remembered that after all this time.”
“It has been a while, hasn’t it? Do you remember the last time we talked? I can’t remember—was I here in California then?”
“You’d just moved, I think there were still boxes left to unpack.”
“How’s that significant other of yours? Job going well?”
“What do you mean? You know Jack and I split up five years ago. Why would you ask that? I never talk to him anymore, other than when he comes by to pick up the kids.”
“I’m sorry, Catherine, I always picture you with him; I know you weren’t happy, especially toward the end there, but you two did look good together.” Ouch. At least I know now who I called. Of course, I can’t remember why I called.
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Location: Same place, just 17 years later | "Hello?" The voice--deep and firm--spoke, "Hello? Anybody there?"
Since it was too late to hang up, I cleared my throat through a low hum and said, "uh, yes. Good morning!"
"Courtni!" The voice confirmed, "how are you?" Oddly, this wasn't my landlord's voice.
"Confused," I answered lowly, but said cheerfully, "I'm doing well. Thanks for asking. How are you?"
"It's been such a long time since we spoke...about two months." He said, warmly, like a brightly lit day in May, "The girls miss you so much. You're all they talk about."
"Wow, uhm, okay. " I said trying to mask any doubt, "I, uhm, I miss them too?"
"Good, good. Maybe one day, you know, if you're not too busy, I can bring them by to spend time with you."
I widened my mouth to speak but no sound came out. I closed my eyes as my heartbeat ticked loudly in my ear. Nausea filled my stomach and the phone nearly slipped out of my moistened palm."Who is this?" I rehearsed in my mind, but I dared myself not to ask.
"Well, how about tomorrow at 9?" He asked, "breakfast is on me. You still eat french toast, right?"
"Yea. Yea. French Toast," I repeated, "french toast with, um..."
"Honey and powdered sugar!" He said firmly, "okay, sweetheart, the girls and I will be there tomorrow at 9. with the freshest French toast I can make."
"Adam?" I called out, nearly breathless from panic.
I heard his laughter on the line, "yes, dear. I know we haven't really spoken since court. But, I won't let the restraining order get in the way if you don't."
"Adam, I made it very clear that I never want to see you again."
"But you called me," he said, "so clearly, you're in denial. Besides, I've changed my number at least three times since my arrest, so, you must've went through a lot of trouble to find me."
"It was a mistake." I said, angrily, "I dialed the wrong number."
"It was fate!" He answered back, "or are you stalking me? Hmmph?"
"No. Never. You're still the same weirdo."
"The same weirdo who you made three babies with. So, are we gonna see each other tomorrow or not?"
"Ok."
"Ok, yes or ok, no?"
"Just ok." I said. 'click'
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| "Hello," I said, cheerfully. "This is Arthur Johnson. I-"
I was interrupted by a male voice at the other end of the line. "Hi Arthur!" it said, enthusiastically. "It's wonderful to hear from you again."
I froze. I was calling Alice, so I should have been hearing a female voice at the other end. And now I was talking to someone I didn't recognize at all, but who apparently was quite familiar with me. There was no way that I could ask who the other person was. That would be fantastically rude. So I decided that I might as well try to figure it out with some well placed questions. It I wasn't stupid about it, it could work.
"It's nice to finally talk to you again."It had to have been a while for me to have forgotten so totally. "It's been a while. I just happened to suddenly think of some of the things we said the last time we talked, so I decided to call. Maybe pick up where we left off."
"I do remember that that was an interesting conversation. What facet of it were you thinking of?"
That had gotten me less than nowhere. "I guess it wasn't so much any particular topic, as the feel of it. You know."
"Yes, that was a strong feel. You know, I feel so dumb, but I absolutely cannot remember where we were when we had that talk that you're remembering so vividly. Where was it?"
Darn it, I thought. I was supposed to be asking the questions, not him. "Great minds are alike, I guess. I mean, I can't remember it either. Too bad." I needed to get the conversation somewhere else. "But that's nothing. So tell me about what you've been doing since then!"
"Doing this, doing that. Same things I was doing before."
I thought I was going to get him on that one. Then I remembered Huckleberry Finn, and I decided to try something really daring. "Say, I've been thinking of sending you a package. It's something I really think you'd like. Only there's one thing. I can't quite remember how to spell your name..." I tensed, lest his name was Bob Frank.
There was a pause for a few seconds, which I couldn't interpret at all. Then the voice came again. "I'm sorry," it said. "It was stupid of me to do this, but I didn't want to tell anybody this. I just woke up in a hotel bed with a bag of drugs and no memory. You say that you know me?" | |
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| Speed-dial rules. Just a few keystrokes and a touch of the little green button, and you are well on your way to a pleasant conversation with a friend or loved one. I’m getting pretty good at it, too – I don’t even have to look at the keypad. That’s why they put that little bump on the five key. I think some people use telephones for business stuff, too. I don’t, as I am unemployed.
“Three-four-send. This is great. I don’t even have to pretend that I remember Zack’s phone number. Come on, pick up.”
“Uh, hello?”
“Yes, may I please speak with – “
“Where in the high holy hell do you get off calling me?”
Oh crap. I think I recognize this woman’s voice. I try my best to sound confident.
“Yes…How are you doing?”
“You rotten jerk.”
Oh crap. This person definitely knows me. It could be anyone.
“Uh-“
“You have a lot of nerve.”
Ah hah! I’ll just look at the screen! Cell phones always display the nickname of who you dialed! Brilliant! I just need to buy some time.
“Uh, yeah, uh, hang on just a sec, could you?” Smooth.
Heart pounding, I remove the phone from beside my ear, and, shading the screen from the sun, find that I am talking with someone named “Kujgd.” Good Lord. I must have been wasted.
“Well? So you think you can sweet talk me and play me and then have your way with me and then disappear? Huh?”
Damn. She does know me. It could be anyone.
“No, no – you misunderstand…I thought I’d just call to wish you a happy birthday. I thought it was in June sometime…” Smooth.
“You rotten jerk. How could you know my birthday? You never got around to asking that when you were pretending to listen to me and, as you put it, ‘really get to know’ me. You pretended to care about my work, and my family, and where I got my ink done. You rotten jerk.”
Ink! That narrows it down! Not much, though…Think!
“Oh, come on, uh, lady, that was ages ago. I actually called to apolo-“
“You rotten jerk! It was like, six weeks ago! Are you high? And don’t give me that ‘lady’ crap.”
Hmm…Tattooed…Six weeks ago…High…This could be anyone. I try the apology angle again:
“Hey, I really am sorry. I am a rotten jerk.”
“You’re damned right, you are. By the way, how’s the wife doing?”
“Wait. What? What the hell are you talking about? Wife? Who is this?”
“Is this Aaron?”
Relieved, I say, “No. My name is Steve.”
“Aw, hell. Wait - Steve! You rotten jerk!”
Then it finally dawns on me.
“Uh, hey, Julie.”
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Location: Maplewood, Minnesota | Very GOOD! The story grabbed me with much interest in the outcome  | |
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| Me: "Hi! How's it going?"
A: "Great! Haven't heard from you in a while..."
Me: "Well you know, busy with work. So where are you now? Still with the same company?"
A: "Nope. Got a new job."
Me: (Darn!) "That's nice. So what do you there?" (Come on give me clue..)
A: "Pretty much the same. But the pay is better."
Me: "Good for you! I'm also kinda looking for new and better things. You think I might have a chance at your company?"
A: "Well sure.. but I thought you said you liked where you are now?"
Me: (Love it.) "Oh you know how us young professionals should always be on alert for market and job trends. Don't hurt to try right?"
A: "..I suppose. You can email me your resume and I can pass it on to HR."
Me: "Great! So uh.. what's your email address there?"
A: (She gives me her email address which has her first and last name in it)
Me: "Thanks a lot A-(I use her first name). We should get together sometime. I'll invite (a common friend)."
A: "Yeah, let's do that."
Me: "Wonderful. Call you later then. Bye!" | |
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Location: Connecticut | The little monsters were at it again. Procrastination, denial, budget planning – whatever the reason, I had to call the exterminator. As the phone rang, I swore at myself for buying a house. I was a condo person for sure.
“Burberry’s catering!” chimed a male voice on the other end. Crap. Now my mind was going. I remembered the number wrong.
“I’m sorry. I must have misremembered the number. Is this–“ I was interrupted.
“Shona? Really? Is it you?” Even better. My mind was fried and now my voice has been recognized by someone who actually does sound a little bit familiar. “Of course it’s you! I haven’t heard a single person use the word ‘misremember’ since high school! How have you been?”
I tried to focus on the rhythm of the termites’ chewing, hoping that would bring me some Zen way out of the suddenly awkward spot I was in. A high school person? Can this get any worse?
“I’m good… You know, keeping busy…” I grasped for ways to sound at least somewhat impressive while I bought time. “I’m teaching science at the middle school these days, but I still do shifts at the nursing home. You know, in case the school budget goes to hell, I still have something coming in. How about you?” Please give me something I can work with.
“Great,” my mystery man sang out. “I’m actually engaged… and Shona, that’s made me think of you a lot. It’s like kismet that you called.” I can’t be someone’s last fling before their wedding; don’t ask me that. Without trying, I already have so much bad relationship karma.
“When I think about how happy David and I are together – yes, I’m with a guy who has the same name, but I swear it’s not narcissistic – he is totally different from me in every other way – but anyway, I – I just really regret the way I ended things with us.” My hand tingled with recognition of the voice on the other end. His mannerisms were different, but his presence on the other end was enough for my blood to rush to my feet – as far away from my ears, and him, as possible. “I know there is no excuse for the way I treated you, but I want you to at least know that there is a reason. I don’t want to make assumptions about what you’ve been through in the last fifteen years, but – well, I guess I let the cat out of the bag, I’m marrying a man – and you knew my folks. I was… I just didn’t what to think or how to act and I am so very very sorry that you were on the wrong end of it.” No chairs were handy: I sat on the floor. “Shona?”
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| One day it was raining. I was bored and wanted somebody to talk to. So, I decided that I wanted to call an old friend of mine, and see how everything was going in her part of town.
I dialed the number, and here is what happened. "Hello!" said the voice on the other line.
"Hi Sandy, what's going on?"
"Sandy? Sorry, you must have the wrong number."
"Well, isn't this number, 292-8272?"
"Yes, but I am not Sandy though. You have the wrong number."
"Oh, well sorry to bother you then."
"Before I hang up," the other person said, on the other line. "I would like to know who I am speaking too?"
"Robin!" I answered back, a little confused about the reason why she asked me.
"Robin. Robin who?"
"Robin Woodland."
"Robin Woodland. The Robin Woodland I went to high school with?"
"I'm sorry. I'm confused. Who's this?" I asked.
"You don't know me? You don't recognize my voice do you?"
"Nope. Sorry I don't."
"Karen. Karen Little. You know, from gym class!"
For a moment, I thought about the name. Then it dawned on me, that this person on the other line, used to be one of my best friends during my high school years. "Karen! Now I remember. You used to date that one boy, what's his name, Jack. Jack something another."
"Yea, Jack Little. We got married 3 years ago."
"Oh, really. How did that happened?" I giggled. She giggled just as well.
"Well, look Robin, I got to go right now. I'm kind of in a business meeting right now. But, if you leave me your phone number, I'll be thrilled to call you back."
"Okay. It's 313-295-7733. When you get the chance. Don't hurry and rush anything."
"Well, it was nice talking to you again. I will give you a buzz tonight or something. We could go out for lunch one day, okay."
"Yep. Talk to you later."
"Okay, bye."
Then that was the end of the conversation I had with my good friend Karen.
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| Man: Hello....
Me: Hi...
Man: How can I help you?
Me: I think I have the wrong number.
Man: Who are you looking for?
Me: My friend Denise. Sorry to bother you.
Man: Oh its no bother Jamie.
Me: You know me?
Man: Yea I know you and you know me.
Me: Are you sure I know you?
Man: Yea, we met about three weeks ago at Hugo's birthday party.
Me: You kinda sound familiar. I'm trying to put a face with the voice.
Man: We sat at the bar together.....
Me: Oh my goodness...Paul.
Man: Yup. It's me.
Me: How did I...I don't remember getting your number.
Man: Wow, I'm crushed. Ha ha
Me: I'm sorry.
Man: Here I thought you had tracked me down.
Me: Well may be I should have. I really enjoyed talking to you that night.
Man: I enjoyed talking to you even more. How about we get together tonight and talk again?
Me: Sounds good to me. Same bar?
Man: Same time?
Me: Sounds like a plan.
Man: I will see you in a little while. Hey don't forget.
Me: Don't forget what?
Man: To tell Denise I said hello when you call her and cancel. | |
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| Its midnight, and I’m hell tired as I enter my house from a bachelor party well my ex-girlfriends bachelor party. So I check my wallet and see I’m penniless as usual. Now since I’m a TV writer I earn when my show is on air, no investments, I just give it to my mother. Now since 2 yrs I’m using those investments. So I pick a diary and dial a number.
WOMAN’s VOICE
Hello.
I
Hi could I speak to
Woman
I beg your pardon.
I
Could I speak to
Woman
Once more please
I
Could I speak to, and no more repetitions, I do them only when… strange people ask for it.
Woman
Oh David, I’m so delighted you called, I knew you would call me.
I wish I had dialled the right number. Who the hell was this lady?
I
So, ugh what’s up aunt ‘I beg your pardon’
Woman
You remember me don’t you?
I
Ofcourse I remember you, I was just wondering whether do you remember yourself at this age.
Woman
Well I may be 50 but I look 25
And I recollect all the 25 old women whom I know, well I cant think of my any aunt here.
I
Are you there, hello
Woman (giggles)
Whether I remembered myself that is so you and your bizarre jokes. Do people still laugh at them?
I
If they don’t I tell them your story.
Woman
Well then tell some of my stories to me.
I
That’s a good question but why don’t you tell me stories and I’ll tell you if their your’s or not.
Woman
Still cracking silly jokes.
I
You seem to be fond my jokes, any particular incident you can recall of?
Woman
Well there was this 1 incident where you were crying and your mother was beating you.
I
How is this funny M’am?
Woman
Its funny because… M’am?
I
So how are we?
Woman
Well to be honest I was disappointed, I mean I thought you’d call me yesterday.
I
Well I am, yes, you are in US and I in Japan, time difference its yesterday in Japan.
Woman
But your mother wished me yesterday.
I
My mother ( I had almost forgotten about her) yes I was about to call her only.
Woman
She moved out of US with you only don’t you remember.
I
Ofcourse I remember, I just wanted to know did you remember.
Woman
I know that this is your mother’s apartment, when she called yesterday she said that you gifted her a car for her birthday. Wow so considerate. I wish my son would just have called me, but I guess twin sisters don’t share destinies.
I
Oh yes birthday, (and it strikes to me that today is my mother's birthday)... I’ll talk to you later.
'A car, so considerate' I check my wallet and see myself penniless 'Its high time I get a job and she retire'
And I search in the diary, see my mother’s number.
Moments Later
I am going to sleep when I see 2 Siamese twins photo on the calender.
Woman (V.O.)
I guess twins don’t share destinies.
Moments later
I
(on phone)
Ofcourse I remembered your birthday aunt Fritzi I just wanted to know did you remember your birthday and…
Any feedback would help.
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| My fingers flew as i quickly punched in the number.
"Hey! So glad you called can you hold for like..." The high voice paused. "I don't know, a minute?"
"Sure..." I muttered, uncertain. My mind ran through names that could be the inhabiter of this perky voice. But no one matched. Who was this girl?
"Wow, I guess that took less time then I thought."
"What were you doing exactly?"
"Oh finishing a text to Josh, he just will not leave me alone." You'd think she'd be annoyed but she sounded almost...smug? Why was Josh texting this girl, I should know my own best friends current prey.
"He gets that way."
"Don't i know it." She says it as if everyone else should too.
"You know where he was last night? I couldn't get ahold of him."
"Oh, sorry i kept him too long, he just didn't want to leave." Gotcha, i thought. Josh was with me last night, why's this girl lying?
"I understand, i just needed his help with some homework."
"Maybe i can be of assistence?" She cut in too fast, i wasn't even able to finish saying homework.
"It's Ms. Clark, she didn't fully explain how she got her conclusion."
"Yeah, she was off Friday. I said hello to her and she just glared." I started to remember something, someone practiclly screamed a greeting at Ms. Clark that morning when i stopped by to drop off a late assignment. Someone who's voice usually sounds like nails on a chalkboard when i hear it...in person.
"Megan, can i ask you something?"
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| After a week of hesitation, I dialed the number to my gynecologist's office to make an appointment. I held my breath in worried anticipation waiting for the receptionist to come on the line. One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
"Margo, is that you?" I let go of my breath. This was not the greeting I was expecting.
"Umm, yes, hello." I responded hesitantly.
"I couldn't believe it when the caller ID showed your number, what has it been, a year or more since we last spoke?"
Confusion set in. Had I dialed the wrong number and if so, who had I dialed? The voice was faintly familiar and obiviously happy to hear from me.
"Well, how are you? So many things have changed in the past year, I have so much to tell you! First, are you still dating what's his name? Brian, I think it was. Well, I hope so, he was so cute and you guys were perfect together. Well I got married - didn't you get an invite - and..."
I started to drift off as the woman on the other end kept talking. She barely took a breath between sentences and when she asked questions, it was obvious she wasn't really looking for an answer.
I grabbed my address book from the top of the fridge and began flipping through. I really thought I had dialed my gyne's number. I look at that number and saw I was a digit off on the end. Then I began looking for any numbers that were closely related to people that I knew. Ms. Chit Chat kept right on going with a one sided conversation about her life.
After a thorough search and dissapointing results, I finally tuned back in. I could possibly see why I hadn't kept in touch. She was a touch on the annoying side.
"So, why don't you and Brian come over for dinner sometime in the next couple of weeks?" she finally paused expecting a response.
"Umm, well Brian and I kinda aren't together anymore." I said, and thinking that after I have my appointment, and results, there was probably no chance of reconciliation.
"Oh, well that works. I have a friend of a friend who has tried that internet dating and since that isn't working out for him too well, he is on the market. I will have him come over as well. How is Friday night, say around 7 p.m. Great! I am so excited to see you again. Well I have to go, lots to do. See you on Friday."
"Oh, but umm-" But it was too late. The line was dead. I wasn't sure how I was going to figure out who and where I was going on Friday, but that was the least of my problems right now.
I dialed the correct number for my gynecologist's office this time, but this time I didn't hold my breath. | |
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| "I can't believe I'm doing this. This is ridiculous." Ron whispered under his breath as he watches the call connect.
"Hello?" A soft voice answers.
"Listen baby, I think I'm starting to fall in love with you. It's absurd, but I think I'm gonna have to leave my wife. I want all of you. I can't take it anymore."
"Ron? Is that you?"
Ron pulls the phone away in shock to look at the number he dialed.
"Ron!!!" A voice rumbles through the speakerphone.
"Um...?"
"You small small man!!"
Call Ended.
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‘Is it Chennai 223344? Is Mr. Sambandam there?’
‘It is Kanchipuram, but Mr.Sambandam is holding’
‘Is it my client Sambandam ?’
‘No, I am not, but my name is Sambandam’
‘I am sorry, I have a client in your name, unfortunately your telephone number is also the same, that’s why this confusion?’
‘Are you from Villupuram ? Are you advocate Ramalingam ?’
‘Yes, yes, Now I can identify you. You are Mr.Sambandam, my brother’s son Rajaram’s father-in-law? Am I right ?’
‘Exactly, we have met only once, that too three months ago.Though I have got introduced myself to you, I haven’t given you my telephone number and address etc.Hence, you had no chance to identify me immediately.’
‘You are right, anyhow pleased to meet you, when do you come to Villupuram?’
‘I am very glad, I have proposed to come to Villupuram very soon ;I am coming there .next week. I will keep you informed before coming there, ok?’
‘OK, bye!’
‘Bye.’
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| Me: I love you.
Female: You do?
Me: Um, I was talking to my 3 ½ year old.
Female: Oh Bryce, how is she? We miss her.
Me: Yeah, Bryce, She misses you guys too. It's been a long time.
Female: Yeah, we really need to get Ella and Bryce together for a play date sometime soon.
Me: I agree Holly. Let's do it sometimes soon.
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| Okay. Time to do it. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as I nervously dialed the number.
I bit my lip as the phone rang. Preying that it went well. It had been over a week since I had been fired from my job and I needed a new one badly.
“Hello?” A friendly voice answered.
“Oh um, Hi! This is Jessica Jameson. I’m calling to..” I stuttered.
“Ah yes, hi Jessica. Good to hear from you again, I thought you’d call eventually.” The voice replied. I froze, and the conversation went silent. This was not the employer I was trying to call.
After what seemed like miniutes, I finally responded “Um.. Hello.” Was all I could say.
“How are things going for you? Job hunting I’m guessing?” The voice sounded eerily familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“Yes, that’s right. How’s things with you?” I was always terrible at small-talk, and I guessed I was even worse when I had no idea who the person was I was talking to. My mind raced through potential names to match the voice.
“Oh not bad. Things are pretty busy here though.” The voice responded cheerfully, but it was no help to me. Realising that he knew I was looking for a job, I went with that option.
“I’m finding it hard to find a job though..” I trailed off, contemplating hanging up on the familiar voice.
“Actually, I’m kind of glad you phoned. We realized we made a mistake letting you go. The kid who replaced you doesn’t know his stapler from a laptop…” With a shock of realization, I suddenly became aware that I was talking to my old boss, and in my nervous state I must have phoned my own work number instead of the number for a new job!
“We really want you to come back.” The voice continued. “If you’ll forgive us for being too hasty?”
I was taken aback, but for the first time in the conversation, I knew exactly what to say.
“I’d rather find a new job that appreciates me rather than one who fires me for nothing. Goodbye.” I hung up the phone, and sighed in relief, glad that I dialed the wrong number. My old boss had just lifted my fears of being rejected. Now I knew I could be wanted.
I picked up the phone again and confidently dialed the right number.
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