I am not a huge fan of phone calls and the older I get the crankier I am about them. I have rules in my head for proper phone etiquette.
No calls before 9 A.M. and none after 9 P.M.
Don't call me and ask who is this, you called me. You may ask if you are speaking to Janet.
Don't call me and then put me on hold, I will hang up.
Do not call me while you are in the bathroom.
Do not call me while chewing food or gum.
If we are talking on the phone, do not also carry on a conversation with people on your end.
Telemarketers on the East Coast, figure out the time zone differences, 8:00 for you is 5:00 in the morning here. etc., etc., etc.
I have more, but you get the idea. Not a fan of talking on the phone. I love email, texting, SKYPING, voicemail. I hate calling businesses and being on hold for 45 minutes. Yet there are times I love the phone.
I have a friend I call every month or so and we talk for over an hour. I have not seen her in person in years. But I love talking to her. Family is good for long phone calls, SKYPE is better. Then there are the surprise phone calls.
This week a friend sent a text to find a time she could call me. She no longer lives in California and I miss her. We used to go to lunch every week. And then she moved away. We emailed every now and then. We are both on Facebook, but she reads more than posting. So we set up a time for her to call. We talked for over two hours. We only hung up because with the time difference, she needed to go to bed. We caught up on each of our families, we laughed, we may have cried a little. We picked up right where we left off years ago. Friends can reconnect immediately, acquaintances not so much.
I miss you Donna.