The Lockdown Diary - DAY 107
Posted 9th July 2020 at 23:52 by Cormack
Contents may settle in transit. Today was quieter.
It's been a frantic couple of weeks and I have learnt to despise the phone all over again. On this day, there were double figure interactions on the phone.
This is unacceptable. I understand the requirement, especially in the current climate and doubly so after recent events but it is still, as Stephen Fry said, the rudest invention known to man, sitting there repeating itself, "talk to me, talk to me" until you do. It's particularly galling that it tends to go off when I'm in a different room ('mobile' is a descriptor, not an order) and depending on whether I'm 'servicing the Crohn's' or in the middle of something, usually which will threaten me with burning, then I have four rings to answer or it goes to voicemail. If I'm cooking or 'having a read', the call gets left.
I do not appreciate voicemail, however, it's yet another call. I do not buy into the extended arm phone culture we have around us - my phone is eight years old and is essentially a heap, but it's there for essential calls and little else, I have no interest in upgrading it.
Finally broke the back of a cumbersome bit of work I had, which is nice, and it seems I may be working from home for an awful lot longer yet, which is largely nice although the routine I can draw from a commute is something I miss.
Recommended listening - David Bowie, The Man Who Sold The World
That I only picked one...
Stay well
It's been a frantic couple of weeks and I have learnt to despise the phone all over again. On this day, there were double figure interactions on the phone.
This is unacceptable. I understand the requirement, especially in the current climate and doubly so after recent events but it is still, as Stephen Fry said, the rudest invention known to man, sitting there repeating itself, "talk to me, talk to me" until you do. It's particularly galling that it tends to go off when I'm in a different room ('mobile' is a descriptor, not an order) and depending on whether I'm 'servicing the Crohn's' or in the middle of something, usually which will threaten me with burning, then I have four rings to answer or it goes to voicemail. If I'm cooking or 'having a read', the call gets left.
I do not appreciate voicemail, however, it's yet another call. I do not buy into the extended arm phone culture we have around us - my phone is eight years old and is essentially a heap, but it's there for essential calls and little else, I have no interest in upgrading it.
Finally broke the back of a cumbersome bit of work I had, which is nice, and it seems I may be working from home for an awful lot longer yet, which is largely nice although the routine I can draw from a commute is something I miss.
Recommended listening - David Bowie, The Man Who Sold The World
That I only picked one...
Stay well
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