(I don't know who this lady is, but she was on the phone, and wearing an awesome Mumu so she made for a good graphic)
I get a lot of voice mails everyday at work. Voice mails from all kinds of people. However, there is one thing the same, for 99% of people who call me, no matter the purpose of the call. It is what I call...the voice mail formula.
It starts with...
Step #1: Hi Kara this is XYZ person from PDQ Company.
Step #2: I am calling about blah blah blah blah.
At this point the caller usually goes on for an unecssarily long time about the subject of their call. They go into great detail about something I probably don't need to know. And they tell me what color socks they are wearing, what they had for dinner last night, and the name of their cat at age 6, talking at a pace so slow you can hear turtles flying by you.
And then...here it comes...the point of my lifelong frustration....
Step #3: Please call me back at 123456789952418. Phone number spoken in such a fast tone you would think it was the disclaimer at the end of an advertisement for a new medication. And then they don't repeat it.
So you spoke really slow thinking that I was going to write down every word you said...but then you spit your number out so fast that I can no longer call you back because I don't know your number. Makes complete sense.
I need a vacation.