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minervasoloI'm not a phone person. I don't like phoning people, I don't like answering the phone. I'm not hard to stay in touch with - text and email I'm happy with. It's just the actually talking. Hell, I don't like starting conversations in real life.
Last Sunday I filled in a form for this Sunday off at DP, and gave it to one of the girl's there to hand in for me. This morning, since I hadn't heard back, I resolved to call. Didn't have the number (I remember from the induction thing that they often forget to give it to people) so texted Rosie for it. Rang it at 12, no reply. Rang at 12:30, at 1, and at 1:30. Same thing. Rang at 2, and finally, someone picked up! Apparently the people I needed to talk to had gone on their lunch break, but he'd get someone to call me back. I waited. Waiting to be called to hold a conversation you're nervous about to start with is worse than calling to start the conversation yourself. At 5, I rang back, got the guy again, who said he couldn't find the people I needed to speak to by phone, but he;d get them to call me back.
So, tomorrow, after my exam, I get to do all this again! Six calls, only two of which were answered, and I never got to speak to the people I need to speak to. If they ever have an employee suggestion box, I know what I want: AN ANSWERPHONE!!
If I have to try more than twice tomorrow, I'm either going in (because that doesn't scare me at all, oh no) or I'm going to phone in sick from Cornwall and pray my application for time off never turns up. Anyway, if I do get through, I'm going to make a bit of a thing about this, because technically, I've done my bit by filling in the request form (and handing it to Michelle, but I'm not going to bring her name up) and I could have just assumed that a lack of communication meant it was okay. And it's not as though I can actually not go now - mum's hurt her back, so there's a fair chance I'm driving at least part of the way, and we're giving people lifts.
Oh, for those wondering where I'm going- Cornwall. Taking Chloe and a few friends to their hotel, the booking of which was fiasco enough to deserve it's own post, and for mum and I to visit grandparents. As many times before, don't know how much logner gradad is going to be around, he is 93 after all. Anyway, I'm going. I have tried to warn them. This is just ridiculous. I have a vague urge to ring again now, in case they have some kind of afterhours answering machine. Yeah right.
Oh yeah, pinch punch first of the month, six days til my birthday. scary.
Last Sunday I filled in a form for this Sunday off at DP, and gave it to one of the girl's there to hand in for me. This morning, since I hadn't heard back, I resolved to call. Didn't have the number (I remember from the induction thing that they often forget to give it to people) so texted Rosie for it. Rang it at 12, no reply. Rang at 12:30, at 1, and at 1:30. Same thing. Rang at 2, and finally, someone picked up! Apparently the people I needed to talk to had gone on their lunch break, but he'd get someone to call me back. I waited. Waiting to be called to hold a conversation you're nervous about to start with is worse than calling to start the conversation yourself. At 5, I rang back, got the guy again, who said he couldn't find the people I needed to speak to by phone, but he;d get them to call me back.
So, tomorrow, after my exam, I get to do all this again! Six calls, only two of which were answered, and I never got to speak to the people I need to speak to. If they ever have an employee suggestion box, I know what I want: AN ANSWERPHONE!!
If I have to try more than twice tomorrow, I'm either going in (because that doesn't scare me at all, oh no) or I'm going to phone in sick from Cornwall and pray my application for time off never turns up. Anyway, if I do get through, I'm going to make a bit of a thing about this, because technically, I've done my bit by filling in the request form (and handing it to Michelle, but I'm not going to bring her name up) and I could have just assumed that a lack of communication meant it was okay. And it's not as though I can actually not go now - mum's hurt her back, so there's a fair chance I'm driving at least part of the way, and we're giving people lifts.
Oh, for those wondering where I'm going- Cornwall. Taking Chloe and a few friends to their hotel, the booking of which was fiasco enough to deserve it's own post, and for mum and I to visit grandparents. As many times before, don't know how much logner gradad is going to be around, he is 93 after all. Anyway, I'm going. I have tried to warn them. This is just ridiculous. I have a vague urge to ring again now, in case they have some kind of afterhours answering machine. Yeah right.
Oh yeah, pinch punch first of the month, six days til my birthday. scary.
