Getting a call at 6:30 in the morning has "emergency" written all over it, despite the happy ring I now dance to EVERY TIME I get a phone call.
Except the ones that come in at 6:30. Then I just panic and try to answer it as quickly as possible. When the person on the other end is an endlessly perky coworker who thinks that 8:30 in Florida equals 10:30 in Montana, I can relax.
Of course, now I hate him for being in Florida without me, not for calling for a non-emergency at 6:30 am.
Thoughtless cad.
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