I hate the phone. Let me rephrase. I hate talking to people I don't know, or don't know well on the phone. I love talking to Chad on the phone, family etc....but acquaintances or strangers with extreme accents from help lines.....UGH....hate! (Karen....it's a very nice form of hate : ) ) I feel so awkward....I dread it. I am scared of the phone....seriously....when it comes to having to call people I'm not really close with.
Right now, I'm supposed to call someone I barely know. I should have called them 2 days ago. I DON'T WANT TO DO IT....it's practically a form of torture to me. Darn phone! and I don't mean DARN.....I mean...the borderline bad word. This person is actually quite nice....but I loathe the phone. I hide from it....I completely avoid calls if I don't recognize the number, saying that if it's important, they'll leave a message or call again. About 3/4 of the time when the phone rings I say, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" in this crabby, masculine, old lady voice before I really answer in a happy tone with, "hello?"
In fact, I am writing this blog right now to avoid calling this person. I fear the phone peeps, it's official....and it's a problem. Did I say how much I LOVE EMAIL? I LOVE EMAIL because it gets me out of talking to people on the phone.
ALRIGHT....I'm going to call this person, and I'm going to hate every second, but then it will be flippin' done.....DARNIT!
Oh, and I did I tell you I just got trained on this new computer program at work, and for the next few months every time I have to input something into the system I have to call my supervisor in Portland and have her watch and critique every key stroke? Yay, can't wait for all that phone time! Just thinking about it has ruined my so-called "vacation" that I'm on....but that's another blog.