After being called"out my name" by pissed-off Repubs interrupted during their dinner hours, I fear no phone call. Seriously. Some of them are claiming character points they don't deserve, I might add. Unless that language is in the Bible somewhere hidden.

Didn't work for me -- if anything, working as a telemarketer (for Clinton's GELAC fund, for a week before I quit) made me hate the phone even more. (It didn't help that, as the new girl, I was assigned to the lowest gift bracket, which meant cold-calling senior citizens and asking them for money. And when I took "Oh, I'd love to help, but I'm living off of my Social Security check and can't afford it" as a reasonable "no," I got lectured by my boss on the Rules, which meant I had to ask at least 3 times before I could end a call. Did I mention I only lasted a week?)

My WORST ever temp job was the time I ended up doing document coding for a PR firm whose big client at the time was the maker of Accutane. After a half-day of coding hundreds of testimonies and case studies all of which CLEARLY showed a link between Accutane and teen depression/suicide, I decided I needed my dignity more than I needed the paycheck. I left early and called in sick the next day.

Wow, those are some awful things.

I keep trying to give my work phone away, but no one will take it because it's the phone random people in Brazil call for miracles.

Shrift is the Holy Virgin of IT.

Oh, Dana.

So you know how it is usually nosy adults telling/asking you when you are going to have kids? I got a twist on that. One of a coworker's daughters got along well with me and felt there were far too few kids her age at the picnic. So "Sara should have some kids."

I refuse to use our PA system at work. Coworkers look at me funny because I'll get up and walk that ten feet to deliver a message, but then, they also look at me funny for taking the stairs instead of the elevator. Maybe they think someone in IT should be a technophile about everything?

Well, I finally found pictures of my parents' neighborhood by going to a forum set up by my old grade school.

t boggles

We have a radio system at work, I used to hate using it. We all have radio call signs and I used to hate hate hate getting on that thing and speaking. Especially if there was another radio around and I had to hear my voice screwing up information.

I've gotten better at it, but I still hate using the thing.

Shrift is the Holy Virgin of IT.

Okay, ow. Now I have hot tea up my nose, and I'm pretty sure it doesn't belong there.

I hate using the phone.

I got lucky at work because the person who had my extension before me sweettalked the IT guy into taking it off the main netword - so that when the receptionist isn't at her desk, I'm the one person who cannot pick up the phone when it rings as we're supposed to do.

I hate using the phone but I can fake it ok. PA systems are a whole other kettle of fish. I should never be allowed near one.