A Failure at Conning A Fake Intership

When I was out of the house one day, my father told me upon my return that I had missed a call from a company called "Dial America" or something similar. I assumed, as it was the peak of my job hunt, that it was one of the 36 companies I had applied to calling me back to offer me a job.

Not realizing how wrong this assumption was, I called the company back at the phone number contained within my caller ID.

I was still desperate at this point for a career in writing or journalism of some kind (who am I kidding, I still am). So I waited until the next day to dial the number, assured that I was going to be able to set up some kind of an interview.

After leaving a confident voicemail about how excited I was to have been asked about partaking in an editorial internship position, I hung up and waited for a reply.

By this point, my doubts had nestled into my psyche. I had no idea what this company did, nevermind the notion that I could have ever applied there.

So my phone rang at about 8:30 the next morning. Being tired, groggy, and haven't had used my vocal chords since the previous evening, I sounded worse then the train wreck I looked like when I said;

"Hellllllo?"

"Hello, is this Devon?" The official-sounding caller replied.

After confirming my identity, the caller proceeded to try and rectify the scenario;

"I'm not sure we have any sort of internship program here at Dial America, so I don't really know what you were calling about," she said in a cheery tone.

"Well, I was fairly certain I applied at your company," I stated, knowing full well by now that I hadn't.

"I'm not saying that you haven't, but I have no idea why you would have applied to a position we don't offer," she retorted.

"I see," I said, clearly out of options.

"If we were to offer you a position in the future, don't hesitate to call us back. But as of right now, I have no idea what you were talking about," she finished.

I assumed that if I couldn't even persuade someone that I applied to their company, then I couldn't furthermore assume that they had an inkling about who I was. Realizing by this point that they were the third party concerned with selling me a video gaming magazine subscription, I decided to double back and cover my tracks. Essentially, to explain why it was that I had done something so completely asinine.

"I suppose what happened was that in my job search, I had called the wrong number in my caller ID. I appreciate the fact that we were able to figure this whole thing out," I said.

"Ah, I see what you mean. Perhaps you should try the next number in your caller ID, maybe they have that internship position you were looking for," she said.

A long pause ensued, and silence filled the void. I decided to change the mood.

"So....can I get a free subscription to my magazine?"