Showing posts with label phone etiquette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label phone etiquette. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 November 2014

...don't keep me hanging on the telephone


This may be a confession that puts me in the category of people who drive you crazy, but I don’t always answer my phone. There. I admitted it. Sometimes I let it go right on ringing until the message system kicks in, and sometimes I just push the little button so the damn thing shuts up. Yes. I’m a non-answerer.



It drives my kids crazy — not me failing to answer their calls, I always answer if it’s one of them. No, they’re utterly mystified that I am not completely consumed with curiosity about who and what and why my phone is ringing. They just look at me. Incredulous.

‘Say what?’ their expressions scream at me. ‘ Seriously, Mum? Really? Do you actually think you have enough BFFs to risk pissing one off by not jumping to their call?”

Hmwmph…  They’re right. I don’t have a great many friends, but if the ones I do have really truly desperately want to tell me something important, they’ll leave a message. Or call back. Or send a text. Or an email.


Sometimes my non-answering is because I’m otherwise occupied with simultaneously preparing dinner, helping with homework, singing to my fave song of the moment and having a glass of wine (I always cook better with a glass or wine… or two… I sing better too.) At other times, it’s because I’m happily ensconced in a mind-numbing trash tv session, and finding out which Dance Mom is going to get the Botox kicked out of her has top priority.


But it’s not always because I cannot stop whatever it is I’m doing and chat to whoever it may be. Occasionally, I just don’t feel like talking.



I don’t always feel like pretending I’m happy to hear from someone. It may be that I’d really rather be left alone. And trust me. Trying to have a conversation with a cranky me is not going to brighten anyone’s day. It’s kind of a safety issue, really.



Text me. Email me. I’ll never ignore you then. Even if Abby Lee Miller is giving Cathy wet-willies with a perfectly varnished acrylic talon. Written words will always get my attention. Almost immediately. But voice calls just don’t have the same propinquity. 
Not for me anyway.