I never get phone calls. I never talk on the phone.
Well, I used to never, after Tyler transfered to Bearden, we talk at least a couple times a week.
And then a couple months ago I met Chad on MySpace and we've become pretty good friends and talk on the phone 4 or 5 times a week. But other than that...
But today in the space of an hour I had 4 phone calls.
One from a lady at work (although she's in Memphis) about 15 minutes to close because I ordered some supplies from the wrong vendor -- which wouldn't have happened if anyone had let everyone know about the change. (I swear, if gravity didn't keep their feet on the ground, the morons that run this company wouldn't know which end their pants were supposed to go on!)
I hang up the phone and I'm told I have another call waiting. It's my best friend Phil (who I don't talk to as much as I should), wanting to finalize some plans for his L.A. trip next week.
As we're walking out the door, my friend Tyler calls me to tell me how his interview went.
And then as I'm pulling into my driveway, Chad called.
When it rang that last time, I was like "WTF!?"
I've never felt so popular! LOL!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Why is everyone calling me?
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