Okay, if you know me, you're probably laughing because I'm always chatty. But I'm not a big phone-talker, usually. Today I feel like talking on the phone and everyone is out -- or at least not answering the phone. And by everyone, I mean the two people I tried to call. Most o the time, the isolation of working from home doesn't get to me too much, and in truth it is the kind of day I really prefer to be inside. I worked half a day this morning, went to the grocery store, and made a pot of chili. I have my "spa music" playing in the background; I listen to Ambient Radio on Pandora while I'm scoring essays. It isn't my favorite, but if I listen to anything else, I'm tempted to at least mentally sing along and lose focus. It works out well.
I am not very good at staying in touch. I'm trying to do better, but I have this weird phobia related to bothering people when they're busy. It occurred to me that my friends might think about the same thing, especially given my weird schedule. My cousin said when we talked a few days ago, that she would call me but she never knows when I'll be working. I sometimes don't know when I'll be working either. If I leave availability up on the calendar, I could be scheduled with less than a full day's notice. Already I have to make my December schedule (well, I'm submitting availability; some months offer more opportunities than others) and we're only one day into November. Anyway, I don't care if someone calls while I'm working. I can just say I'm working, then call back later. After my cousin said that, I thought that if everyone was worried about it, no one would ever talk to anyone else.
It was with that in mind that I called my friend a little while ago -- and left a message.
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