Welcome to the first installment of “Steph’s Angry Ramblings”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Warning for those who don’t know me or Steph. This segment will likely be FILLED with some type of profanity. You’ve been warned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eventually a few of these might be passworded to protect the innocent. I’ve talked with Steph about this, and she is in relative agreement that this is going to be a worthwhile venture for the both of us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For those of you who don’t know me. I HATE the phone. Hate it. I believe that it is a necessary communication tool. That being said, I rarely answer mine. I think this happened because of the job. As soon as annoying vendors realized that they could get a direct line to my CELL, they completely ignored the desk phone. This became incredibly annoying. I would often be sitting at home, sometime around 8ish, and I would get a call from “Friendly Printer Co. Number 7” asking if I wanted any help servicing my printers. Now, unfortunately, this has led to the total lack of caring when a call comes in, with a few notable exceptions. You know who you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is what started Steph on her tirades, and thus, the “Fake-Angry Voicemail” was born.<\/p>\n\n\n\n