Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I am not a fan of talking "live." In fact, I have such an unbelievable and irrational fear of it, it's crippling at times. I needed to order STM a gluten-free cake from the local bakery. Total phone time? 1 minute. Total number of minutes spent trying to figure out if it could be done on-line? 30. Total number of days it took me to work up the courage to call? 5. Total number of hassles when I did finally call? Zero.
Once I actually get on the phone, I'm fine, it's the thinking about making or accepting the call that's anxiety provoking.
What is UP with that?
I might be more inclined to work on it if the good Lord hadn't invented Caller ID and the Internet. Not a day goes by that I don't give thanks for those tremendously thoughtful inventions.
My mom has neither - she just up and answers the phone each and every time it rings - can you IMAGINE? And when she has a question, she just picks up the phone to call someone to answer it. Unthinkable.
Woohoo takes after her, she thinks nothing of calling a store to see if they're open, checking on an item, or ordering something to go.
I want to be more like her when I grow up.