Telephones
I hate telephones.
I am the chairman of a committee at church to put together baskets of Thanksgiving dinner fixings for some of the clients of a local Crisis Pregnancy Center that provides help to women who are in, well, a crisis pregnancy. We have five baskets to prepare and that is not a big deal at all. I'm picking up most of the basic groceries at the store, a lady from the church is getting the 5 turkeys and some other ladies are bringing baskets and decorations. We will put them all together on Sunday evening and the Pastor's son will deliver them to the families.
All that is well and good and not all that complicated. But. There has to be a but doesn't there? But the fact that I'm the "chairman" means I have to call people on the phone and talk to them. Gack! When I call someone on the phone I break out in a sweat, literally, the sweat pours off of me, it makes me twitch in agony! Face to face I can talk to anyone, at least once I have gotten over the initial discomfort of the first greetings, but on the phone there is no feedback other than voice and I am really creeped out by that. I don't have a clue why that should be.
Whew, I just got off of the phone making some arrangements and now I'm winding down by writing here. You know, if everyone was just constantly connected via email and responded promptly to them, my life would be
way better :-)