
Here I am, accidentally dozing off for just a split second. The phone rings for the bazillionth time today.
"Frasier, Dean and Howard, this is Mindy. How may I help you?" spoken in my sleep. (I say it often enough...)
Then I hear, as if through water, "Hi Mindy. This is Jane Doe. Could I please speak with Mr. Accountant?"
I answer, "Just a moment," but it comes out all muffled. After the words miraculously come out of my mouth on their own, more by habitual reaction than true response, I was confused about what to do next. It took me a second to relive the groggy

Oh goodness. This can't be good.
But, I guess I'm so awesome at this job that I could literally do it in my sleep. Sweet.
And besides, being zoned out for one out of a bazillion calls can't be too bad, right?...
2 comments:
Great story. I think it really captures your unique je ne sais quoi.
And I approve of the conclusion you reached at the end.
Hang on! YOU'LL MAKE IT!!
Mindy honey, you really should get some sleep.
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