When I was 15 years old, I had my first job: answering the telephone in
an office. It was difficult because I was very nervous every time
I answered. In fact, I still feel anxious whenever I get a
telephone call today.
At this particular job, I had a supervisor who stood over me everytime
I was on the telephone. On one particular day, I was reaching for
the ringing telephone when she screamed at me, "Give me that phone,
Girl!" I said back not shouting at her, "But I'm the
receptionist."
Next thing I felt was her hand against my face. I got up and
cried while she answered the telephone. That's why I hate
telephone jobs.
The following summer, I started to think about broadcasting as a career
while still in high school. However, I ended up in jobs that
involved answering the telephone and having an abusive
supervisor. Ironic, isn't it?
It's odd that I ended up doing a volunteer job at WBCN answering the
telephone. The only reason I did that for almost six years was to
help me get my foot in the door of the broadcasting industry. It
didn't. At least no one abused me at WBCN.
Even stranger is that I remember while I was still in high school, a
friend of my parents who worked at Channel 9 in Washington, DC,
escorted me to the newsroom where she worked. I spoke to her
co-workers about their careers and how they got started. No one
there mentioned anything about doing a job that involved answering the
telephone in order to get into the industry.
That's why I'm writing a memoir about my career problems and how
Asperger's Syndrome and my other disorders interfered with my finding
the right career path.
Friday, August 12, 2005
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