There are people who can watch themselves dance and people who can’t (no guesses as to which group I’m in), and I’ve found something else that makes me forget how to function: my voice being played back to me as part of my job 😱
There’s nothing wrong with my voice – if you’re looking for someone to do a soundtrack as a sleepy surf-drawler with slightly erotic undertones. But it’s hideous if one has to use this instrument to ask serious people serious questions about incredibly serious business. It sounds like I’m just this side of a risque prank call. And if you know me, you’ll know that this is flat-out mortifying. “How can I help you today?” sashays down the line and I want to hide under my desk.
That’s all I wanted to tell you. Good times.