I dislike the echoey sound of the speakerphone when I'm on teh other end, and can't seem to resist the urge to raise my voice when I'm talking into one. When I want my hands free, I do the shoulder-cheek pinch on the handset or use a headset.
Angel ,'Chosen'
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I don't need your eyes when we're on the phone.
Yeah, I meant ears. Quite obviously, I don't have my brain.
I'm a speakerphone shouter, too. Which is unfortunate, because our chief meeting-room at work is right next to the Super Huge Boss's office, and the walls are thin. She has perfected the gesture of "shut the hell up!" which she can make through the conference-room windows.
Just got out of a meeting, in fact. Except that I didn't have to do any talking. Those are fine meetings, as long as I don't fall asleep.
Need more caffeine.
Quite obviously, I don't have my brain.
That explains so much.
That explains so much.
I think it was excessive eye-rolling that broke it, so watch out for that, eh?
Ooh, Cowgirl snap.
My boss at the theatre dials ALL his calls on the speakerphone (very loudly). Then he picks up the handset when they pick up. But he talks SO loudly anyway you can hear him 3 offices over with the door closed.
Also, apparently I am not getting my deposit back because they paid a cleaner to clean my carpets when they were trying to sell the house. Grrr.
My roommate's old grumpy cat, Puck, abhored ceiling fans. Sometimes I would turn on the one in the living room just to see her crawl out of the room with her belly as close to the ground as she could get and still move. She would then glare balefully from the living room while I laughed myself silly.
Jesus, Sophia, you are surrounded by jackholes.
My favorite speakerphone thing is my friend L who would check her work voicemail on speaker, in her cube. Another friend started leaving her messages that started out really "racy," for maximum office embarassment.
Also, apparently I am not getting my deposit back because they paid a cleaner to clean my carpets when they were trying to sell the house. Grrr.
Sophia, did they do this with your permission? Did they mention that it was your expense at the time?