For anyone who thinks I don’t like you because I don’t call, you are wrong. If you were a guy and I didn’t call you, or worse, told you I’d rather slit my wrists than call – it’s not because I didn’t think you were fantastic…it’s that f-ing phone.
For one thing, I already interrupt people when they talk, but the phone makes it so much worse. Are you done talking? Are you taking a dramatic pause? Have you died or need me to phone paramedics? I rely on body language to help me gauge where I can come in during the conversation, with the phone I get no such luxury. So I either will say nothing or railroad right over the top of you – which would you prefer?
Then there’s the lack of things to talk about. If I’m texting with you we might quip but the span time of hours back and forth could be done in five minutes of conversation. Do you want me to call, say what I have to say and then “BYE” click? Probably not, I just don’t have all that much information to exchange.
And last but not least, nearly every job I’ve held has been via phone, see table below. While my last job is way more meeting-riffic, I still do most of my work by phone and email.
Age | Job |
16-19 | Receptionist |
18-25 | Insurance Agent |
25-27 | Collections |
27-28 | Telemarketer |
28-29 | Call center clerk/agent |
29-31 | Secretary |
31-present | Project Mgt Support |
Why am I not sick of emails, texting and chatting on line? Because it doesn’t give me cauliflower ear and I can say “brb” instead and you can do other things while you wait.
In conclusion, it’s not you, it me….and my dislike of the phone. Sorry, it’s not likely to change, but if I call you can A) Be amazed I know how to use the phone and B) Look forward to a boring and likely short conversation.
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