From about 6am to 10pm, I am on work calls. This is daily. During the weekend it lets up a little. This distresses me to no end. I hate phone calls. Hate them. I prefer texting 1000 times over. I prefer videoconferencing. Phone calls are a nuisance. I don’t like not seeing the person. I need to get a sense of how many eye rolls are occuring. As for text, it allows for straight to the point discussions. If those can be considered discussions.
I have two cell phones- one for work and one that is personal. At this point in time, it is all blended. There have been situations during the last few weeks where I am on a videoconference, and my two cell phones ring. And, because I am a glutton for punishment I answer them both. My brain is on fire. My ears are tired. My mouth doesn’t like sentences anymore. Me speak bullets. Keep it short, simple and moving.
I noted that despite my nonstop teleconferences, I keep misplacing my phone. That was an inaccurate way to describe my situation. Most assuredly, my subconscious wants me to misplace my phone. Now, I outright want to as well. I’m contemplating storing my phone in the oven on a nightly basis. Actually, I probably shouldn’t do that. I’ll just turn the finger off and leave somewhere on the couch.