Second - the whinge.

[agoodwinsmith]

Okay, I know I have a hate on for the telephone, so I'm not one who should be pointing fingers, BUT.

Why do the people who ramble at length and tediously in voicemail then zip through their phone number digits in a garble that would put any stoned rocker to shame?  Eh?  Eh?  Eh?  Thus necessitating the replaying the multiple repetitions of how urgent the issue is, how important it is to receive a return call "within two minutes" [1], and all the minutinae of what lead up to this moment in time during their day.

Enunciate, folks.  EEE NUNCE EEE EIGHT.


[1] - No, I'm not kidding.  Silly people.  There's just me answering the phone on this issue, and if you'd repeated your phone number slowly, you would be getting a return call a lot sooner than now that I have to listen to your monologue 18 times to try to figure out the last two swallowed digits.  Humph.

Comments

[cat63.livejournal.com]

I sympathise. I get lots of people leaving messages with my phone answering man down in Somerset, and do they bother to tell him when would be a good time for me to call them back and actually have a chance of them being there? Or even whether it's a work or a home number?

Haha. Silly me. Why would they do a thing like that?

[sierra-le-oli.livejournal.com]

Hear hear :-)

Phone numbler mumblers

[ankhorite.livejournal.com]

They should be hit with sharp sticks.

I say my number, I say "I'll repeat that at the end of this message," (which gives them time to fumble for a pencil) and then I actually repeat it at the end of the message.

I hate the phone, too. Grrr.