I have had the most heinous last 2 weeks at work. The phone has literally not stopped ringing, from the moment I turn it on at 8:30am until... well, about noon today. It's gotten so bad that about a week ago, the phone rang at home and I answered it saying, "Good morning, College of XYZ". My mother was completely caught off-guard and laughed hysterically. [Never mind that it was 7pm.] Since then, I have mounted a strike; I flat-out refuse to pick up the phone anywhere but at my desk. I'm sorry, but if I spend 8 hours a day with a plastic receiver attached to my head, there's no way in hell I'm going to think it's a fun thing to do in my free time. I spend so much time getting yelled at over the phone that I really think I should be able to hook the thing to the earring studs on my left lobe. Then, at least, I wouldn't have this horrible (and possibly permanent) crick in my neck.
The good thing about this whole stupid string of business is that I've learned a lot, and I've had an opportunity to really help out some students that may have been overlooked otherwise. I'm not saving the world or anything, but at least I can sleep at night knowing that I'm trying to fight the good fight.
But I'm still off phones until further notice. If you need me, light up the bat signal.
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I also do not answer my phone anymore. You are not crazy, it's just what you have to do. In fact, I dispise being on the phone now. Just hate everything about it. Depressing, because it means I never really talk to anyone.... but I guess it's just how the cookie crumbles (mm... cookies... and if i keep eating them, I will look pregnant, and not just in my dreams!!!!) :)
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