Phone Call Albatross
The phone is my albatross.
Yesterday, I managed to get a lot done between dropping off DD and needing to pick her up again. I have been feeling totally overwhelmed and like I have way, way too much to do. So I was surprised that yesterday was manageable. Except the phone calls.
By the time I picked up DD, I hadn’t made any. I should call the insurance guy and find out what he wants, fax him a bunch of stuff regarding my grandmothers estate, make various appointments for hair and teeth and such. And yet, I have not.
I tried to do a lot of those things on line. And when the process stalled, so did I.
I am most annoyed when I think I can avoid a phone call, and make an appointment online and then get a message that I need to call the office anyway. This is a huge let down.
I wondered what it was that was slowing me down the past month, then remembered checking flight times and prices and hotel information and trying to sew up a dozen things before my trip. And having plans every weekend for over a month. Also writing, attending birthday parties, the gift to go with parties, and the flea fiasco. All of which, except for the fleas, were a blessing.
And now I am back where I started, with a messy, but conquerable home, a dozen phone calls to make and a stack of unopened mail separated in two piles. Oh, yes, and there was the Quicken stopped working drama of last week.
Most people I’ve known over the years have told me the things that have gotten them the evil eye at work are returning from lunch late, and flirting with co-workers. Not so for me. I remember the very perplexed look on the face of one boss as he said to me, “I do not understand. You did not check your voice mail?”
It was unfathomable to him. But not to me. Having worked at all sorts of weird hours and in weird locations for years, and doing most of it via an ip connection, I really did not see the necessity of the voice mail. This is not what email is for? I know we had a contact form – I wrote it. And anyway, I was in Canada. I know people think it’s close. But it might have been the end of the Earth to me.
Right. It is totally ridiculous, my dislike of the use of the telephone for setting appointments. And yet, here I am looking at a list of calls I should make, and attempting to convince myself to call just one.
This sort of reticence extends to take-out food as well. I will not order pizza or Chinese. DH is willing to order it. I am then willing to pick it up. My, aren’t we a pair.
On the other hand, calling my MIL is no problem.
