Ok that little childhood ditty is pretty gross, but my husband was just teasing me with it as I was complaining about one person after another not responding to me electronically. Colleagues, friends, moms of my kids’ friends. This is a huge pet peeve of mine… I don’t understand it when people don’t respond to emails and/or texts on a timely basis, or even at all. I’m on my computer all day and connected via iphone when not, so is it so irrational to expect a prompt response from every other connected person in my life?
I readily admit I have succumbed to the 24/7 always-connected universe we now live in, so I have unfortunately developed expectations of an immediate response. Most of the time I don’t even consider actually picking up the phone to try to speak with someone ear to ear! How sad is that?
Toiling away in my basement office (my son calls me a basement dwarf) has no doubt contributed to my seclusion. I am, after all, a Cancer crab so I do like my nice little subterranean shell (when it’s not raining and mildewy of course). But I am hereby setting a goal for my I-quit-my-job-and-I’m-a-blogger-now self: Break out of my shell every once in a while. Pick up the phone. Chat with the crossing guard at the corner. Take an exercise class. (ok maybe start with the first two…)