There is little that I enjoy less than talking on the telephone.
I much prefer to text, email, DM, or tweet.
The sound of the phone ringing grates on my last nerve.
But, if there’s anything that I dislike more than talking on the phone, it’s dialing in to check voicemail.
Until a few months ago, if you left me a voicemail, the chances of me listening to it were slim to none.
Your messages just stayed in the purgatory of voicemails. Not deleted and not listened to. Just there for all eternity.
I was thrilled to learn that our phone service, Vonage, offers a visual voicemail that gets emailed directly to your inbox.
They extended us an offer to “experience the most advanced voicemail ever!” They tempted me with “the luxury of Vonage Visual Voicemail!”
I couldn’t think of anything more perfect!
So, Craig signed us up and I couldn’t wait to see our first luxurious message.
Here’s one of the first visual voicemails that we received:
Um, what? The message is from Gramma Rain, not Debra Rein. And they had no intentions of bringing our kids any presidents.
But, Gramma Rain has a bit of an accent, so I wasn’t ready to give up on “the most advanced voicemail ever!” just yet.
Cheryl, who blogs over at Mommy Pants, recently left me this message:
Um, huh? Watching nice people?
Then, today, I got two messages from Cheryl. Here’s the first:
She claims she wasn’t talking about Nancy, and I’m still trying to figure out what “If you do not know easy to fishy fishy” means. Any guesses?
And here’s the other message she left me today:
What? Faculty? Pictures are writing?
You might be thinking that we should go back to traditional voicemail, but nope. No way.
For the first time in years, I am happy to hear the phone ring because I can’t wait to read your voicemail!
This post is linked up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop in response to the idea of a pet peeve.