There I was, taking the obligatory after class nap, dreaming (apparently) of the powerful position I would acquire upon graduation.
I was seated at a big wooden desk, surrounded by multiple screens of data, piles of paper and half unrolled maps.
My assistant's voice announced, "Richard Nixon on line 4,".
As I reached for the phone, my cell rang, awakening me.
Now I'll never know what the hell the rat bastard wanted.