I promised I would share from my grab bag of idiotic things I have done, so here is the first installment.
In my former life as an advertising account executive (again, sales monkey), I was sitting at my desk one afternoon returning calls. I dialed up a client and was directed to their voicemail. (This was before the internet "caught on." Heck! We didn't even have computers at our desks--gasp!) So apparently, I was attempting to multi-task while leaving the message, and it went a little something like this:
"Hi! Mr. So-and-So. This is Tara Threlkeld with The Daily Planet. I was just calling to check on you and to get the information for your next ad. Just give me a call at 000-0000. (This is where I must have mentally blacked out and the Spirit took over.) For it's in Jesus name we pray, Amen."
It's true. I ended it just like that.
I have no business interacting with others on a professional level.
In my new 'occupation' I often end conversations in prayer too, but it is more like, "Lord help me not burn the playroom down!"
