A Fear Confronted
About a month ago, I spent three days thoroughly outside of my comfort zone. Don’t expect a story of an amazing adventure in a faraway place, though–this happened a mere ten minutes from my house. Let me be the first to tell you–I hate talking on the phone. This aversion has stuck with me through countless pep talks by my mother and various friends, so I don’t expect it to go away anytime soon (even though I am aware that it’s an unfounded fear).
I’ll get to the point–because I’m not sure about what exactly I want to do with my life, finding a summer job that relates to my future career is impossible because, well, I don’t exactly know what it is yet. A friend of my dad’s works for an engineering company, and they needed someone to cover for their receptionist while she went on vacation. My dad knew I was looking for a job, and before I knew it, I had agreed to be a receptionist. I spent the few days before I had to work in a state of mild terror. By the end of my first day, I had gotten the hang of answering the phone and not accidentally hanging up on anyone–but nerves still remained.
By the end of the three days, I can’t say that my fear was eradicated, but I can say that now I know that I can push that fear aside when I need to, and get done what needs to be done. (And it helped that I got paid.)