Old Posts; Good Morning! True story

Saturday Morning, 6:30 a.m.:

Riiiiiiing, Riiiiiiing, Riiiiiing!!! My phone is going crazy. As I groggily roll over to grab the call I make two mental notes. “Damn! I forgot to turn off my phone last night” and “Ooo I hope its someone from America calling me, cause who else would call at this time?”.

“Hello?” I mutter.
“Hiiiiiiii. Its Tebello, remember me?” the voice squeaks. Oh no. random Mosotho morning caller. I’m still half asleep and not thinking straight. If I had I would have ended the conversations quickly.
“Noooo….” I draw out.
“Oh, well we meet in Ty, remember? Listen I need a job, please I need you to give me a job.” The caller is very earnest that I find her a job. I look again at the clock, 6:30? On a Saturday morning? Really? So I reply that I have no job for them, never will have a job for them and so on. She asks, “What are you doing right now?”
“Sleeping”
“What?”
“Sleeping”
“What?!”
“I’m SLEEPING, sleeping sleeping sleeping sleeping!”
Then there is a pause on the on the end.
“Why?” she asks.
I really should have hung up by that point. This went on for some time longer, her asking me why I would be sleeping (I must be a very lazy person) and me explaining the basic mechanisms of being “tired”. Finally she realized she was wasting her money on the phone call, and muttered something once more about a job and hung up. I rolled over, and did not go back to sleep. Thank you Lesotho.