Grandma K and Mr. T in 2004.
When I was in teacher's college back in the 70's, I was told once that my voice was too boring - that is, monotone. Would I please try to put some expression in it.
I never forgot that. I was very shy then, and it was difficult.
However, after I published Tom E. Toad just a few years ago, I was asked to give readings at various schools, and did my best to read Tom E. with plenty of expression.
When I started work at the call centre where all our calls are incoming calls, I kept that in mind, and have tried to lighten and soften my voice while at the same time giving it some expression.
It isn't very easy getting excited over someone's order for black jockey shorts.
Last night, a N.S. gentleman called in a chatty mood. He asked what I was doing working Labour Day, and I said it was fine at 2 and 1/2 times, but come Feb. 2, Mr. Harper would be paying me to stay home.
"Oh," he replied, "are you having a baby."
Yessssssssssssssss. You have just passed the eligibility test, sir.
Nooooooooooooooooo. I will pass up that suggestion. 5 and holding.
My daughters will have to carry on that job.
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