Last Friday, during a family vacation on the island of Kauai, I received a voicemail notification on my phone. My phone then prompted me to enter a PIN code to access my voicemail – a step I never had to do. I found it odd, but I didn’t think much of it since I recently had to replace my sim card when I moved back to California on June 1st (I had a French mobile plan while studying abroad). As expected, the first message was an automated voicemail from our cable provider. Yet, to my surprise, there was a second message. Unbeknownst to me until that day, my voicemail had been locked since I got a new sim card. My voicemail system recited the date of the message in a dead, mechanic tone: May 21st, 2015. A chill went down my spine. Knowing my luck, I had an inkling of what it was going to be. I hoped it wasn’t one of the summer internships I applied for while I was in France, but my worst fears were confirmed when a male voice said, “Hi Yvette, this is ______ from Warner Bros. I’m calling today about your résumé…”
Four Eleven and a Half 