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.
Speaking of the phone, I pick up the Dean's phone sometimes, and I just got to talk to Lillian Vernon HERSELF. V. exciting.
Lillian Vernon, like, the catalog?
Singing or standup?
Neither. I can only Karaoke VERY VERY drunk. And that's never pretty.