If it takes me three or four rings to answer the phone, itís because the only phone in my house that currently works is the speaker phone on my old near-dead cordless. And if I moan and groan a bit while Iím talking to you, youíll have to forgive me, because Iíll be kneeling on the floor bending over the speaker. And if I sound a little impatient, itís because I canít see the TV from where the phone is set up, so I actually have to listen to you and not just pretend to listen while I watch.
That last, by the way, was for the benefit of credit card companies trying to get me to transfer a balance, and phone companies trying to convert me to their long distance plan, and the local newspaper asking me again to subscribe, even though their carrier wonít bring the paper to my door. Oh, and sometimes the Boss. The only way I can tune him out is if I focus on the pain in my back from bending over.
The odd part is that I didnít even know my phone (the real one with the real cord) wasnít working until late in the afternoon. I happened to check the answering machine and found two messages, so I picked up the phone (the real one) and heard nothing. No dial tone, no clicks or static or any sign that it was still alive. And since the phone is plugged into the same outlet as the machine, I knew it wasnít the line that was the problem.
So I have another mission for tomorrow. I told the Boss that Iíd be buying a new phone. Heíll be paying for it, because I use it way more for work than for anything personal. And I just might go high-end on the phone, the way I did with the new fax machine. That was a good investment, by the way. Itís faster than the old one, and the time I save is worth every penny he paid.