Okay. NOT impressed...
Aug. 2nd, 2007 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gothams3rdrobinI 'keep forgetting' to turn my phone off when I'm at work, especially with Rowan at that sports camp where they may need to get hold of me in the course of the day.
Just at the end of my lunchbreak, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket so I check who's calling me and it's a Cardiff number I don't recognise. There's no way I can answer the phone while sat at my desk, and I wouldn't get to the foyer in time to answer before it gets to voicemail, so I let it ring off. There's a message left for me, and I don't have any calltime so I can't listen to it, so I asked permission to call back from my desk (having to admit that I'd 'forgotten' to turn my phone off).
Naturally my boss says yes, since it could be about Rowan, but the number's engaged. This often happens within businesses and organisations, so you can't call them directly back, so I had to ask if I could nip to Boots to get some calltime.
So, after waiting in the middle of the lunchtime queue, I call my voicemail and it's only one of the other mums from Rowan's school! *headsdesk* All she wanted was to see if we'd be interested in seeing The Gruffalo's Child at the New Theatre, as she's organising yet another of her a group trips.
She normally texts us all about these things. *scowls*
Not happy.
Just at the end of my lunchbreak, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket so I check who's calling me and it's a Cardiff number I don't recognise. There's no way I can answer the phone while sat at my desk, and I wouldn't get to the foyer in time to answer before it gets to voicemail, so I let it ring off. There's a message left for me, and I don't have any calltime so I can't listen to it, so I asked permission to call back from my desk (having to admit that I'd 'forgotten' to turn my phone off).
Naturally my boss says yes, since it could be about Rowan, but the number's engaged. This often happens within businesses and organisations, so you can't call them directly back, so I had to ask if I could nip to Boots to get some calltime.
So, after waiting in the middle of the lunchtime queue, I call my voicemail and it's only one of the other mums from Rowan's school! *headsdesk* All she wanted was to see if we'd be interested in seeing The Gruffalo's Child at the New Theatre, as she's organising yet another of her a group trips.
She normally texts us all about these things. *scowls*
Not happy.
