A former theater major at UNLV recalls putting her dubious acting skills to work as a phone psychic. Of course, even she couldn't predict how her basic honesty made her terrible at the job. From Salon:
About half of the callers were onto me immediately. They would tell me that they thought this was nonsense and that I was a fraud. The first surly customer I encountered pummeled me. "Thank you for calling. This is Anita. Is this your first reading?" "I don't believe in this garbage," Angry Man said. "I'm so sorry you feel that way," I said in the most chipper tone I could muster. "Have you had a reading before?" "No." "I'm shuffling my tarot cards." My voice got higher. "Now ask me a question, and we'll see if they can give you some of the answers you're looking for?" "OK, genius. What's my wife's name?" "Oh," I stammered, "It doesn't really work that way. That's not really what I do. I …" Click.
