I got a phone call from the university the other day.
It was near noon, but I was dizzyingly sleepy at the time, owing to a late night before and an early morning the day after. My head wasn’t on my shoulders; I was seeing stars. That’s how out of it I was, but I was struggling to stay awake because I’m making it a point to not sleep in the mornings anymore.
It was in the midst of this stupor when the call came in. If I hadn’t recognised the number I wouldn’t have answered, given that I was teetering on the point of slurring in my speech. Macam hangover plak.
But I picked up since it could be important, and tried my best to sound composed, despite my head jerking forward every few seconds. I was literally nodding off and fighting to keep my eyes open.
The lady on the other end sounded pleasant enough. Mentioned something about an event, and needing volunteers, and whether I was interested, and something about free T-shirts? It was all very vague.
Now, a nice normal person would’ve acted sensibly, would have had the mind to politely decline to something she isn’t in the state to consider, or would’ve asked if she could call back later after she’s freshened up.
Not me though, oh no. I had to be the enthusiastic one, to say Nak! practically straight away (probably because of the word ‘volunteer’), despite not even being entirely sure what I was agreeing to. And bear in mind, I was still in my stupor at the time. Basically, I was sleep-talking.
Can’t remember much of what happened next. I recall the lady sounding like she was trying to keep from laughing (did she know? Was all my hard work for nothing?) and then giving her name and number.
Once I put down the phone, I gave up the good fight and slept. There was just no point in struggling anymore - I was clearly losing.
It doesn’t end there though.
When I woke up later, I had small recollections of the telephone conversation and since the memory came out in broken fragments and had a surreal quality to it, I concluded it must’ve been a dream.
Later in the evening, I was rifling around and there it was. The name and phone number I had scribbled down, barely coherent, but readable. I stared at that paper for a long time before realisation dawned on me.
Confusion turned to horror, and my jaw just dropped. I felt like slapping my forehead senseless. What new mess have I gotten myself into this time around?
I haven’t had the chance to contact the kakak at her number, will be doing so first thing Monday, since the event is in December.
Keep your fingers crossed for me and pray it isn’t something requiring a lot of strenuous thinking.
I have next sem for that.
Enough said here.
