Friday, January 16, 2009
Transformation Day 12
I hate phones. Well, I don't really hate phones in and of themselves, I just hate talking on the things. I hate answering phones. I hate calling people on phones. I would rather do just about anything at all than spend time with a phone next to my ear.
Which may seem a bit odd considering that my job requires a great deal of work with a phone
Maybe that has something to do with it? I mean, to me, talking on the phone equates to work. At work, every phone call is a demand upon me to make decisions. When the phone rings in my office it's not because somebody wants to chit chat and pass the time of day. I'm on the spot. I'm required to resolve some type of problem. I HAVE to answer the damn thing.
Off work...I have no reluctance to let my phone ring without the slightest urge to respond. I guess I also project that feeling toward others by assuming that they would not necessarily want me to give them a little ringy dingy out of the blue. This causes some problems with me; such as other people thinking that I just don't want to talk with them or that, maybe, I don't even like them.
no, no, no
Phone phobia is my little personality disorder. Most of my family and friends understand and tolerate this idiosyncrasy of mine. It's also not as if I'm some type of Luddite either....email is the best thing to come along since sliced bread. Email, IM, YouTube; I love all that stuff.
You want to talk to me? I want to write to you. There's a happy medium in there somewhere.
yogurt and cottage cheese
tuna and rice
small bowl of chili with lots of jalapenos
chicken breast and potato