The article "Head-set on Embarrassing Myself" is about communications, it was written by Kingston Y. amadan.
My job is not stressful, I would say, just demanding.
I answer
the phone for a brokergae condo on Wall Street. I like my job,
but I was having a problem keeping up with the volume of calls
that come across my desk eveyrday. My supervisor noticed that I
was having problems and suggested that they cuold provide me
with a headset, if I thought it might help. I figured it would
be wroth a shot, so I asked for one. The day I got it, I was
almost instantly in heaven. I had two hands free to write
memorandums, input data, and handle the transfer of incoming
calls. This headset was corded, but the cord to the phone was
sufficiently long enough to not be in my way.
My day flew by and
I was impressed at how valuable a peice of equipment the headset
had already become. It was lightweight, out of my face and easy
to wear...So easy, in fact, that by the end of the fisrt day, I
forgot I had it on.
On the train ride home, I thought I notiecd a few people staring
at me.
I chalked it up to paranoia and lost myself in a book I
brought to read. I have a fairly long commute, so I am usually
able to get in a few chapters on the way to my apatrment. I
normally find it fast to get absorbed into my reading, but today
was different.
I felt like all eyes were on me. By the time my
stop came around, I was sufficiently creped out and ready to
unwind in the comfort of my own home.
When I entered through the door to my apartment, my wife was in
the kitchen. She came out to say "Hi" and started laughing at
me. Of course, my reactoin of, "What? " only made her laugh
harder. She managed to control herself long enough to say,
"Ground control to Major Tom...Come in, Major Tom". Then it hit
me. I had been wearing that headset, with the cord dangling
behind me into obscurity, the enitre way home.
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