I had a nice positive post planned for this morning in which I mention that I finished the last of my revisions on Forsaken By Shadow last night and how, unless Pot finds something else I need to fix in that scene, it’s ready for beta readers.
But I’m in an I hate the world kind of mood. I won’t get into why. Most of it is stupid, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed sort of crap that I’ll manage to shake off with another hour of quiet. But part of it is the phone.
When I was a teenager, I was like every other teenage girl. I liked talking on the phone. I was on the phone with my friends most every night for part of the time. In college it was lengthy conversations with my boyfriend (now husband). Somewhere, somehow after I got out of college and got married, I stopped enjoying talking on the phone. A lot of this, I feel, is related to the immediate decline in my amount of free time. But the more time has gone on, the more vehement my hatred of the phone has become.
Because 99% of the time when someone calls, they want something, and they want it right now. The ringing of the phone is an immediate cry for attention that says “Drop what you’re doing and answer me.” I really hate that. Because I believe (and apparently I am in the minority on this) that phones, particularly cell phones, exist for MY convenience, not for the convenience of everybody who may want to reach me. If I don’t feel like answering the phone right that second because I’m busy or cooking or generally don’t feel like getting off the sofa, I won’t. I believe that if it is important, you leave a voicemail, and if I also think it is important, I’ll call you back. My husband tends to think he has to answer RIGHT THEN, even if we’re in the middle of dinner.
I do not understand these people who call you and then don’t leave a message. They assume (and my students are grand champions of this) that a) everyone has caller ID and b) everyone is so flipping paranoid that they will call back any missed call they have, even if it’s from a number that they don’t know. Um, no. If you don’t leave me a message, I am going to assume it was a wrong number and not waste my minutes or time.
And then there are these jokers who, when they can’t reach you on one number, promptly call EVERY SINGLE CONTACT NUMBER they have for you (:cough: Mom). Is someone dying? No. I just wanted to talk to you. :headdesk:
Email, I like. IMing, I like. Twitter, I like. All of these things give me the required information and allow me to get back to them when I have time. I usually have anywhere from 2-5 IM conversations going at once and everybody understands that if I don’t answer right away, I’m probably working or cooking or in the bathroom or something. IMing is great because I can multitask–and I do. But phones, phones require me to STOP whatever I’m doing because it takes more of my time and attention and I just HATE IT.
So yeah, that’s my confession for the day. I really hate phones.