...In which I sound like a frickin idiot.

Feb 18, 2011 13:52

Allow me to showcase why I don't like leaving voicemails, or being on the phone at all, for that matter:

To follow up on yesterday, my old friend who-was- coworker gave me the number for the director of servicing at my mortgage lender. This would be the guy who has actual decision making power to say "ok, based on your situation, this is what we can do."

So I call the number he gives me, and it goes to a voicemail that apparently belongs to a different guy. I decide to leave a message anyway "Hi, I'm calling for Joe. This is amandorky, my friend called yesterday and talked to you. I think perhaps I received the wrong number, but in case this is (said person), please give me a call back at my cell."

I texted my friend to confirm the number, and he recommended I call the main line and ask to be transferred to the dude. Which I did, and got the correct voicemail. And so, I left the following message
"Hi Joe, this is amandorky. My friend Ed called you yesterday and talked to you about my current housing situation. He said you're kind of the big dog around there that helps people, the decisionmaker...I want to say thank you in advance for taking the time to talk to me; I really appreciate any help you can give in working something out. My cell phone number is (not provided on lj), give me a call back and we can talk...um (a few seconds of silence, and then I hang up)"

Do you know, in real life I am often decribed as articulate? If I have ever left you voicemail, you'd wonder why, because this is not an anomaly within my general voicemail-leaving abilities.

I texted J that hopefully he will think I am developmentally disabled, and that will help my case.

fiscal responsibility, home ownership, crazy

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