It had been a relatively stress-free day mostly. I got a couple of faxes that were easy to deal with, and most of the phone calls I had were hang-ups. That's something that upsets me temporarily, but it's easily forgotten (at least until the next time it happens).
I have to try to be pleasant when I answer the phone during the day, because it could always be a potential client wanting to drop thousands of dollars in someone's pocket. I'm even willing to force a cheery attitude if there's a chance that pocket could be ours.
At night, though, I might have to stop answering the phone. It's almost always a credit card company, a newspaper distributor or a charity. I don't do any of that kind of business over the phone any more, because it usually means I have to make another phone call to stop or cancel or question whatever I originally agreed to.
Let's get something straight: I don't want twelve free CDs, sorry, if it means I have to pick out my first one while the game is paused on TiVo and the pasta is boiling on the stove. Go away and don't bother me.
I pre-registered with the California Attorney General's office for the national do-not-call list today. Of course, it doesn't go into effect until October, and charities and banks you already have a credit card with are exempt anyway, so I'll probably still get as many calls. But they're going to get my answering machine, if I go through with the radical plan to screen my calls in the evenings.
Why, the phone even rang during Survivor last night! Can you imagine? I wasn't watching it, but that's not the point. People should have some respect. That call was a hang-up, by the way. Maybe I wasn't as pleasant when I answered as I am during the day. I hope it wasn't a rich client in need of a place to throw money away, but I guess I'll never know.