I sat there in my pyjamas, headset against my ear, and knew I was not doing the right thing I sat there in my pyjamas, headset against my ear, and knew I was not doing the right thing I ’m not psychic. During the six months I spent working as a telephone psychic, my only supernatural gift was the ability to sound fascinated by a stranger’s love life at 2.17am. Yet for hundreds of billable hours, I sat on my living room floor wearing plaid pyjamas and a telemarketing headset, charging callers by