So with my hours cut back at the online job, I've been sleeping in until 8:30 now. It's lucky that I'm a morning person so I could get days like this, where I get an impromptu call from my boss.
I thought it was a trick at first, so I sat there looking at my phone, trying to think if I did anything wrong recently. I mean, I did the Pinterest page the other night, and I didn't put too many puns in the tweets this time. I couldn't have missed starting work, because we already had that talk.
I also didn't answer my phone because I never get to hear my ring tone. As any new mother can attest, it's hard to not stare at your baby all day, so any time my phone's lit up, I've already been admiring it's shiny exterior. I'm just that creepy. Even Siri told me to stop, I'm frightening her and she wants to sleep without me fawning at her body. So I've never really heard my ringtone.
Pam said I wasn't allowed to use the defaults because of her iPhone. She can get really scary about things like that, so I just picked one in front of her to prove that I was listening and not on Pinterest mobile.
Man was my ringtone off the chain. Okay, so it's only "typewriters," but it's so adorable. Everything my new phone does is adorable. I'd Instagram the crap out of it if it wasn't the actual thing doing the Instagraming.
(Side note: Have ideas to start Instagram account called Instagraham, where I take photos of graham crackers in exotic locations.)
I did have to snap myself out of just staring at my phone and properly prepare to pick it up. That consists of clearing my throat and walking away from where I was sitting.
"Hello?"
"Hey Georgette. How's it going?" I hate that. I never was sure if she was ever really interested in my day. I mean, usually, she wasn't.
"Good. Good. Everything's...um...good. What's up? How was your day?"
"Good. Sounds great."
I'm not sure why, but I didn't want to let her get off with not answering my question. "No really, how are you?"
She didn't say anything.
"Um...or not. That's cool. I'm good. What's up?"
"So we were thinking..." She went into explain the traffic issues with the site and when she wanted me to work on the social media* aspects. My Tuesday and Thursday would be divdided between working in the morning only, then working in the evening. I scrambled through my trashcan to find something to write on. How was it possible that I didn't have anything in my room to write on?
I found an empty envelope in the trash and grabbed a Sharpie to write down the directions.
"Sounds great!" I said, my arm still outstretched in the trash can, holding the sharpie.
"Good. Sorry it's so last minute."
"It's fine. I'm okay with it."
"Great. Any questions?"
I stood up straight, grabbing the envelope and reading what I wrote. "Yeah. So do I start this Thursday? And do it normally today?"
She seemed confused. "What?"
"Should I start this Thursday and maybe just do the normal hours today?" I repeated in a much slower, conscious fashion. Really. This was the problem with them. They always never gave me concise directions.
She was silent for a few minutes before she replied. She sounded almost reluctant when she spoke. "Georgette, today's Thursday."
So much for concise. I couldn't fault them for cutting my hours now. "Ohhh... Oh man. I'm sorry. I'm so confused I--" What could I possibly blame this on? My new phone? That showed a lack of experience with new technologies? The fact that they changed my hours? That seemed bitter? The fact that my trashcan didn't have a calendar? Now we can't all be cosmopolitan misses with calendars there!
She was laughing now. "It's okay. I thought today was Friday." That's not highly suspect though, is it? Thinking you're a day off isn't too bad. You didn't miss anything that way. In fact, you gained a day back! But me? I lost almost an entire week that I'll never get back.
"I'm so sorry," I repaired. "I thought today was Tuesday! Wow...I thought the week was just starting." I tried to include myself into her laughter.
She was actually done now. "No. I'm sorry."
"Right."
She was pretty much done with the conversation.
"Right. Ahem--I'll get to it then, shall I?"
*by which I mean, pinning for hours