Girl Meets World

Voicemail Antics

Somehow, I know I wasn't meant for telemarketing. In my crazed state last evening, I received a message from, you guessed it, the Trib. I have no idea if this is good or bad news, and in my haste, I returned the call without thinking what would come out of my mouth if a voicemail would pick up the call.

The line which I was directed to by the message, was just a long, long series of rings, so I thought I would be persistent and call the general desk. I was directed to the editor and left a message that Chewbacca could have delivered with more expediency.

I called again this afternoon and reached another general voicemail, again leaving an incomprehensible message.

Note to self: Wait for the stress of a finished semester to subside before making any important phone calls. Lesson learned. What's the worst that could happen? I would get fired before I even start and have a summer of freedom babysitting again. Not too bad of a deal. *Slaps self in head*

Revised listing: 1)Macs and 2)voicemail--the root(s) of all technological evil.