Refreshers

This was last Thursday.

I was unusually productive today. I say “unusually” because not only was there a staff meeting today, but I also had to make a phone call.

“Make a phone call? Allie J, you are ridiculous. You used to have to make collection phone calls all the time.”

Yes, but the Georgia Department of Revenue isn’t exactly the same thing as a Georgia Southern non-paying student. Both of them owe money to the client/school, but at least there I had the upper hand. But now I have to pry information out of their cold, dead hands. And one time this guy at the IRS had a cow because my power of attorney didn’t have a CAF number.

(Get it? CAF = calf = cow!!!)

Anyway, phone calls totally interrupt my day. Making or receiving.

I’ll procrastinate until I’m in the right mindset to call someone, but then there’s always that fear of being that inconvenient caller. Like what if they’re making cookies when I call and have flour all over their hands?

Or what if they’re in a different time zone and I don’t know about it!?!?!?

One time I called this guy at like 9:30 and left a message, but it was actually a California number and I was calling him at like 6 something. But even on the east coast, is 9 am too early to call? Or will they be at lunch at 12 so that I’ll leave a message and then they’ll call me back at 1 when I’m at lunch and then we’ll just be in this infinite loop of phone tag?

Barbossa: So what now, Jack Sparrow? Will it be two immortals locked in an epic battle until judgment day and the trumpets sound, hmm?

*This is honestly the quote I think about every time I have to call someone back who’s left me a message after I initially called them.*

Jack: Or you could surrender.

YES. SURRENDER THE PHONE. USE E-MAIL. After all, it is 2014. And though we may not have hovercrafts or jetpacks, we do have an internet connection.

Or at least some of us do. 

Those of us who moved into a new house recently and ordered internet 2 weeks ago still don’t.

We put a MAN on the MOON,

TWS