When I was a wee tot, I used to get a phone call with Santa Claus, usually in early December. I never knew when he would call, but I had to be ready if I was going to get him my list of Christmas presents that I desired early. I had to be ready, for the call could come at any time. Usually, my mom would tell me to pick up the phone and Santa would be on the other line. I tell this story to remember the first time I felt true anxiety. Usually I would have this list ready to go, but nearly every time my mind would go blank.
Was it the stress of the situation? Was it being put on the spot? Was it trying to figure out why Santa sounded so much like my grandfather on the phone? Continue reading “Call me maybe…The Telephone Interview”