I must say, I'm a little insulted that I was just left a message on my answering machine that said, "You're not answering your phone. You're probably asleep. Drunky."

I mean, it's a Wednesday night.

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My job now is to call alumni from my school, and ask for donations. It's telemarketing without the product, just the giving of money. I have a headset.

My body is tense the entire time. I love to hear answering machines. When last names like Varakharatehdj or Ng come up on the screen, I fight the urge to run away. My boss started playing horrible techno music in the room to pump us up, and all the monitors yell instructions while you're trying to tell someone why giving $250 dollars to the school could help fund things like student trips or research grants. It's like being in a rave and trying to make a conference call. Plus you have social anxiety.

Frankly the whole thing makes me sweat.