I used to really love talking on the phone. Then I became an adult, and now 80% of my talk time is with people I’d rather not be talking to. These people are not my family, or my friends. They are customer service (I use the term loosely) representatives and I’m sick of them. I know I can do most of my business on line, which I do, but there are some things that need to be discussed, and it leaves me reeling.
I’ve just spent an hour and a half of my precious “Chanbe asleep time” on the phone to 4 different organisations for various reasons, and now I’m feeling like nothing has been achieved. Yeuch. I sometimes get sick of being an adult, and all the responsibilities that come with it. I’m sick of dealing with Centrelink and credit card companies and and and…
And I’m very lucky that I am able to make a phone call and sort something out so “easily” most of the time. Hmph. Must be Monday.
On a different note, I tried to take Chanbe swimming at the local pool (indoor) this morning, and he would not have a bar of it! He got as far as ankle-deep with me right by his side, and just stood there, crying, saying “no? no? no?” in the very cute way he does. No amount of splashing or encouragement would change his mind. You know what this means? I’m going to have to go in with him. Time to psych myself up for t-o-g-s!