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If it takes me three or four rings to answer the phone, it’s because the only phone in my house that currently works is the speaker phone on my old near-dead cordless. And if I moan and groan a bit while I’m talking to you, you’ll have to forgive me, because I’ll be kneeling on the floor bending over the speaker. And if I sound a little impatient, it’s because I can’t see the TV from where the phone is set up, so I actually have to listen to you and not just pretend to listen while I watch.
That last, by the way, was for the benefit of credit card companies trying to get me to transfer a balance, and phone companies trying to convert me to their long distance plan, and the local newspaper asking me again to subscribe, even though their carrier won’t bring the paper to my door. Oh, and sometimes the Boss. The only way I can tune him out is if I focus on the pain in my back from bending over.
The odd part is that I didn’t even know my phone (the real one with the real cord) wasn’t working until late in the afternoon. I happened to check the answering machine and found two messages, so I picked up the phone (the real one) and heard nothing. No dial tone, no clicks or static or any sign that it was still alive. And since the phone is plugged into the same outlet as the machine, I knew it wasn’t the line that was the problem.
So I have another mission for tomorrow. I told the Boss that I’d be buying a new phone. He’ll be paying for it, because I use it way more for work than for anything personal. And I just might go high-end on the phone, the way I did with the new fax machine. That was a good investment, by the way. It’s faster than the old one, and the time I save is worth every penny he paid. |
