When unemployed, the most important call you will get is the one for an interview. I’ve been fortunate enough to have a been on the receiving end of a few of them lately (knock on wood) but unfortunately the timing is a little off.
For example, do I get the interview call when I’m sitting on my couch for roughly 186 hours of the day? No.
So far I have been on the receiving end of the elusive call while at a noisy pub mid afternoon. Like before 2pm. While it was obvious pub background noise. Yarg. I have been on the receiving end when someone dared for call me before 9am, therefore answering the phone to the professional tone of “whfrhjgdrgh..zzzzz….whatta you want?” Double yarg.
And then there’s today, when the call didn’t come between the hours of 8-11am when parked on said couch, it came promptly after hopping into the shower setting off a chain of events such as slipping on soap (who does that outside of slapstick comedy?) grabbing the shower curtain for balance, taking the shower curtain down with me, and then falling onto the floor as a wet, beached rolled up shower curtain burrito.
Fuck. This is why voicemail was invented. I’m done with answering my phone. Potential places of employment can text me the info.
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There is nothing wrong with returning a voice mail because you were being responsible and didn’t want to answer the phone while you were driving… even though you were really getting drunk before 1pm
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