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Nobody's home!

Casey recently blogged about the frustration of phone conversations that have no point.

Honestly, I've just stopped answering the phone unless it's my mom or my MIL. If someone has something important to say, they'll leave a message. If they don't leave a message, I might drop them an email saying that I saw their number on the caller ID and ask what was up. If I don't recognize the number on the caller ID and they don't leave a message, my reaction depends on my mood - either I look the number up online, or I forget about it totally. I hate the phone. The self-absorbed part of me likes to think that email was invented for people just like me, who would much rather communicate via some sort of non-verbal-yet-still-verbal means of communication.

At this point, I'm done worrying if people think it's rude. It is the nature of my job that I answer the phone 60+ times a day. I'm not really into doing it once I get home. I've done this particular type of job (call center) longer than any other type of job I've ever had, to the point where my brain now associates phone with work. Aside from housework (and even that's debatable), I don't work at home. Home is where I go when it's not time to work. When you start unconsciously answering the home phone the same way you answer it at work, it's just time to give up.

Besides, who wants to call me at home and hear "thank you for calling XYZ Company. My name is Kat, how can I help you?"