The Other Job Is Doing A Job On Your Job

(I work two jobs to put myself through college. One is at my dorm desk, and the other at a grill on campus. Each has its preferred way of answering the phone. I am actually at home, for once, desperately trying to catch up on homework, and the phone rings:)

Me: “Good morning… no… aft… no… evening! [Dorm]… wait, no… [Grill]… argh!”

Mom: “Do you want me to call back when you know where you are and what time it is?”

Me: “Can you just send me some cookies or something?”

(And actually, a few days later I did get a care package with some Girl Scout cookies…)