My voicemail is on vacation.
On the first day of my vacation I was taking a nap on the couch when Missy calls to make sure I wasn’t taking a nap. I am of course not smooth enough to get my phone out of its case in the first three rings to save any chance of her not knowing I was napping.
So I call her back. So she asks me what I am doing and checking to see if I have a good day and tells me that my voicemail box is full. I find this incredible hard to believe due to the minute amount of calls I receive (read: no one loves me).
So after I call my voicemail box and it wont let me in I decide to call Cingular instead of going back to sleep (I should have went back to sleep). So I am on hold with a Ms. Roberts for about 45 minutes who tells me she can fix this and puts me on hold. Every 5 minutes she comes back and informs me that she doesn’t have it fixed yet and she needs to escalate the call and someone will contact me soon.
So my voicemail is now on vacation along with me, if you need me you’ll have to do what people did the 1990's and just wait until I answer my phone.
Comments
Bahhhhhh, remember back when you had to remember someones phone number!
Posted by: Abi | June 30, 2006 7:57 PM