That Little Red Light
Every time I’m heading back to my desk from a meeting (who am I kidding, I don’t get invited to meetings) or lunch, I slow down as I’m rounding the corner because I CRINGE to see that little red light lit up on my phone. I hate retrieving voicemails almost as much as I hate talking on the phone. I’d like to change my work voicemail message so it says “This is Lauren Farmer. I’m obviously not here and I will not listen to your message, so please call me back later. OR, better yet, email me!”
(Via lfarm)
The little red light of despair. The worst part is not knowing if it’s going to be one of those people that inexplicably waits for the beep before hanging up (good) or if it’s going to be the thing that just appears out of nowhere and takes up the rest of your day (bad).
I had my first day back at work for two weeks today and I’d forgotten how much I hate that little red light.
