As the title indicates, I was on-call, and thus was to be available for emergencies* within the apartment community 24 hours a day on weekends and holidays, and from 5pm-8am on weekdays.
I had no life. But I did have a pager! A shiny example of yester-decade technology. It was my very first experience with such a beast; and it made me extremely nervous. Since I knew not what to expect, I assumed that it would go off as soon as I received it and placed it on my belt.
It didn't. Nor did it go off the next day. Or the next. I called the messaging company to send me a test-page to make sure that it worked. It did.
Needless to say, the little black box finally found its voice. And with that voice came an unusual phenomenon: Pager Anxiety. I would frequently wake up with a start in the middle of the night, certain that I heard it go off. It hadn't. I would feel it vibrate on my belt when it was my week off.
I hung up the pager some months ago now, and yet occasionally I am visited by phantom vibrations on my belt. There must be some pharmaceutical that I can get that will help me. Perhaps a series of shots?
*Emergencies ranged from gas leaks, squirrel invasions, dead bodies and omnipresent plumbing problems.
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