Yesterday after work, I came home and washed my car. And then I did something that I usualy never do. I talked on the phone. I yapped like a chick. I fried some brain cells with the cell phone radiation. I evaporated some of my rollover minutes. I schmoozed. For those of you that know [...]
Yesterday after work, I came home and washed my car. And then I did something that I usualy never do.
I talked on the phone.
I yapped like a chick. I fried some brain cells with the cell phone radiation. I evaporated some of my rollover minutes. I schmoozed.
For those of you that know me, talking on the phone is not one of my favorite things to do; but with friends that are far away, I enjoy this modern convenience. But I’m all about face-to-face interaction. Even writing is more fun because I can put some time and thought into what I’m saying. I feel like the “biggest” dork when I’m on the phone; which is only slightly more than the “big” dork that I feel like the other 99% of the time that I’m not on the phone. It was good, but definitely interesting…
First, “Jennifer” called. You see, I don’t know Jennifer because she’s a telemarketer from Florida. She asked if I had a checking account and if I would be interested in signing up for some vacation buying program. The trial period is free, but then $19.95 a month thereafter. Tempting, ain’t it? Especially for a guy who doesn’t go anywhere. :) So I noticed Jennifer’s cute southern accent and asked where she was from. I was informed, with a great deal of other information, that she has lived in every southern state except Kentucky. She is originally from Virginia (at least, that’s where her mom is from). She hates earthquakes, loves thunderstorms and rain. She talked about her mom and her family. She told me what she likes to do after work. She told me all about how she got her telemarketing job and what she did before then. We talked about a bunch of random details about her life that are too numerous to mention. I was on the phone with her for 20 minutes talking about everything but what she was trying to sell me. When I finally told her I wasn’t interested, she asked if she could call back. I asked if it would be her calling back, and she playfully giggled and said she wasn’t sure. But I did hear her asking for a pen and paper to get my number for a “personal” call. I said, “hun, if only you weren’t several hundred miles away.” She giggled. It was a good conversation, even though it was a telemarketer.
And again, if you know me, you know that talking to telemarketers is something I do for fun. :)
Another girl called, a girl that I met a while back, and we talked for about 2 hours about nothing. But it was so relaxing.
And then I was able to talk with Katrin, who is in town but is just oo busy for me. :) We tenatively planned some quality time. She’s going to pencil me in.
So I guess you could say it was an interesting phone evening.
Wanna call me? :)
It’s a wonder that with your conversational skills, case in point speaking to a telemarker, whom you’ve never met, about everything including their mom (literally!) that a guy like you was ever involved in the founding of the NGS. I think it’s probably pretty much the same with the lot of you. You know… if you’re going to put the ball on the green, sooner or later, you’re going to have to put it in the bucket. Now and again, you’re going to have to break that nice guy tradition of standing there… looking at the ball two inches from the bucket, and saying, “nah… let it be, I’ll put the next one in.” Gambling is never any fun if you never risk anything. Life’s a big gamble. Enjoy it.
Four!
Or is it, “fore?”
Wiser words were never spoken. Life is a gamble. Carpe Diem. All that jazz. Sometimes you have to take a chance, and that is the toughest part about being a Nice Guy. You just have to be in the right frame of mind and remember that you truly have nothing to lose.
And I think it’s “Fore!”