The Two Sides of My Story
On the one side:
The other day after work, I was talking on the phone on the Light Rail station platform while waiting for the train to go home. I was talking to my friend who was ready to have a baby (and has since had a healthy baby boy!) any day.
Just as I was asking about baby names, some one tapped me on my arm and said, “Amy, I yelled ‘Hello’ to you three times!”
It was a colleague, who had been waiting on the platform, too. Because I was so engrossed in the baby talk, I hadn’t even noticed her trying to get my attention. She seemed put out.
On the other side:
On any given day, approximately five of my friends and family members are at different points of anger with me for not picking up the phone when they call me.
Nine times out of 10, I don’t pick up the phone, because I’m interacting with someone in person and either don’t hear the phone ring or don’t want to interrupt the present interaction.
Chew on that.