Thursday, January 06, 2005

Funny thing about phones and I. At work, I can pick up a phone at any time and call anyone for any reason. I have become expert at delivering bad news and dealing with disappointed or angry reactions. It's just my job. But at home, I hate phones with a passion. There are three people I'll happily talk to on the phone: my parents, and my boyfriend. I won't answer anybody else. I think it's because at work, I'm always in control of the call. I know exactly why I've called them, and I know how to deal with all their reactions. I dictate what is talked about and how long the call goes for. With friends, I don't have that control. I sound like my dad the control freak. Yuck.

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