Something is very, very wrong with me
Today a friend of mine suggested to me that my voice sounds very loud on my cell phone voicemail message, triggering a sensitive spot for me because one of my pet peeves about my mother is that she's so loud on the phone that I have to hold it a foot away from my ear when I speak to her. The friend didn't mean any harm, but it did strike a nerve, so I called my cell phone--from my home phone--to see if my voice really sounded that loud.
I NEVER have my cell phone on, ever, so I'd like to say that at least partially explains what is otherwise inexplicable.
I dialed my cell phone, then sat there waiting, my ear next to the home phone receiver. Nothing happened. Then, a second later, I heard my cell phone ringing.
Who could it be? I wondered. I looked at the little screen and it said "Mark." Oh, Mark must be calling me from work, I thought. I answered, shouting into the phone, "Mark? Mark?" Then, more urgently, "Mark! Mark! Are you there? Are you there?"
Finally, dismayed, I hung up. I thought, okay, back to what I was doing before I was interrupted by that phone call from Mark: trying to see if my voice is too loud on my cell phone voicemail.
Only then did I realize that I had been calling myself. I guess I have our home phone listed on my cell phone as "Mark."
Hmmmm. I wonder how concerned I should be at the state of my brain?
I NEVER have my cell phone on, ever, so I'd like to say that at least partially explains what is otherwise inexplicable.
I dialed my cell phone, then sat there waiting, my ear next to the home phone receiver. Nothing happened. Then, a second later, I heard my cell phone ringing.
Who could it be? I wondered. I looked at the little screen and it said "Mark." Oh, Mark must be calling me from work, I thought. I answered, shouting into the phone, "Mark? Mark?" Then, more urgently, "Mark! Mark! Are you there? Are you there?"
Finally, dismayed, I hung up. I thought, okay, back to what I was doing before I was interrupted by that phone call from Mark: trying to see if my voice is too loud on my cell phone voicemail.
Only then did I realize that I had been calling myself. I guess I have our home phone listed on my cell phone as "Mark."
Hmmmm. I wonder how concerned I should be at the state of my brain?
posted by Sarah Goss at 1:53 PM
5 Comments:
Awww.
I think you just need some sleep.
I would only be concerned if Mark began talking back to you.
By the way, I do stuff like that all the time--isn't that up there with looking for your glasses when they're on your head, or putting your office key into your apartment door, almost every time? *whistles embarressedly* Sleep, SLEEP, we must sleeeeeeeeep!!!! And not go to our offices so much.
As someone--I think Anne Lamott--said, "When your baby is born, it arrives with about a fifth of your brain cluched in its tiny fist."
bwaaaaa!
Blame it on Daisy. I blame all of my brainless moments on my children. Before I had them, I was a well-oiled MACHINE.
Heheheheh. Thanks for the reassuring words! Yeah... true, Mark didn't speak back to me. That's got to be a tiny straw to clutch on to. Thanks for the perspective, Mita :-)
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