Not it!
It's strange. I have a growing uneasiness about talking on the phone. I was never much of a phone talker to begin with but I think working at Quickie for five years made me detest it. Stupid customers asking stupid questions, none too few of them launching into yelling because they're crabby that I've been trying to get ahold of them for weeks because they didn't come to pick up (and more importantly pay for)the work we did for them. But that had been going on for years.
Recently, I get nervous about making normal calls to friends or family. Hell, I even get nervous about calling for take out. It takes me about five minutes to psych myself up for it. And every time the phone rings at the Bou and I realize that I have to answer it (because I'm closest and my coworker is busy), my stomach turns into a pit. Most of the time it's just people asking when we close or if we have free wi-fi. But I still get a feeling of dread. When I realize that I'm not in the position to answer the phone (I'm making a drink or what not), I cheerfully call out "Not it!" but oh my god I mean it. And I'm so relieved that I get kinda giddy for a few minutes afterwards.
I don't know why this is or why it's getting worse. I don't like it very much.
Recently, I get nervous about making normal calls to friends or family. Hell, I even get nervous about calling for take out. It takes me about five minutes to psych myself up for it. And every time the phone rings at the Bou and I realize that I have to answer it (because I'm closest and my coworker is busy), my stomach turns into a pit. Most of the time it's just people asking when we close or if we have free wi-fi. But I still get a feeling of dread. When I realize that I'm not in the position to answer the phone (I'm making a drink or what not), I cheerfully call out "Not it!" but oh my god I mean it. And I'm so relieved that I get kinda giddy for a few minutes afterwards.
I don't know why this is or why it's getting worse. I don't like it very much.