Leave a message at the beep...
Sep. 29th, 2004 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoopbeckSo another thing I'm terrible at-- leaving messages on answering machines.
I must have gotten my phone genes from my dad. He, like me, is slightly uncomfortable when talking on the phone. We laugh, we make [semi] witty comments, we enjoy ourselves... but we are eager to hang up.
So one of the ways this genetic inability to talk on the phone manifests itself is a complete and totally crushing inability to leave messages.
You think I'm kidding? Then you've never heard me.
"Hello? Umm... Hi, this is... [in a strange singsong] this is Alex, I got your call, I just wanted to get back to you, you've got my number... [end singsong] Ummm... yeah. Let me think... there was something... I was supposed to tell you... maybe... oh, man... this is one of those messages, isn't it... I sound all stupid, and then you get the message, and then you're like, "Ha! This is Alex's worst message ever!" and then you play it for all your friends... and they're all like, "What is this chick's problem?"... and wow... sorry to talk so long... this is going to be the longest message ever... God, I sound so stupid... *clears throat* well... yeah. Umm... yeah. I guess I'll go now... wait... did I tell you who this is?"
And so on. People, I have a problem. And something needs to be done about it. Solution? I don't know if there is one, but if you don't want to run out of all your space on your answering machines, I suggest you find one.
I must have gotten my phone genes from my dad. He, like me, is slightly uncomfortable when talking on the phone. We laugh, we make [semi] witty comments, we enjoy ourselves... but we are eager to hang up.
So one of the ways this genetic inability to talk on the phone manifests itself is a complete and totally crushing inability to leave messages.
You think I'm kidding? Then you've never heard me.
"Hello? Umm... Hi, this is... [in a strange singsong] this is Alex, I got your call, I just wanted to get back to you, you've got my number... [end singsong] Ummm... yeah. Let me think... there was something... I was supposed to tell you... maybe... oh, man... this is one of those messages, isn't it... I sound all stupid, and then you get the message, and then you're like, "Ha! This is Alex's worst message ever!" and then you play it for all your friends... and they're all like, "What is this chick's problem?"... and wow... sorry to talk so long... this is going to be the longest message ever... God, I sound so stupid... *clears throat* well... yeah. Umm... yeah. I guess I'll go now... wait... did I tell you who this is?"
And so on. People, I have a problem. And something needs to be done about it. Solution? I don't know if there is one, but if you don't want to run out of all your space on your answering machines, I suggest you find one.
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*beep*
Date: 2004-09-30 10:48 am (UTC)I'm sorry! I am guilty of playing the "worst message ever" card. Will you ever forgive me? *throws virtual self at the feet of virtual!Alex and begs for mercy*
I'm also guilty of the I-am-so-tired-and-bored-I-went-to-class-and-had-nine-tests-poor-me entry. Gosh, Alex...were you TRYING to make me feel like a guilty whiner?
I am so tired that I'm not tired anymore.
Example: I am trying to recopy my 'Women In Society' notes, and I think they must have been taken by a drunk-English-as-a-second-language-person-with-a-hearing-problem...who also happens to have lousy handwriting. Oh well!
"...anyway, I guess I will just talk to you later? Or something. You can call me, or I'll call you...just as long as someone calls, it's all good. Yeah. Okay. Talk to you later. Bye?"