This evening someone wrote to me, and asked for my phone number. I think they wanted to convey some information without leaving a trail, and of course this is understandable.
But from time to time people do this. They write an email, and then I get a request to talk by telephone. It is never welcome, really. What do I have to say to anyone?
It makes me feel quite awkward, when I decline (as, almost invariably, I do). It seems that some people are more comfortable with the telephone than with typing. But I really don’t want to talk to people I don’t know by telephone. Am I alone in so feeling? Am I alone among bloggers in getting these requests, I wonder?
At the moment, indeed, I have a cold virus that makes me cough like a man with TB when I speak. Indeed, judging from the sounds in the supermarket this afternoon, most of my local area has the same cold. So I have a just excuse to put people off. Miserable git, no doubt you’re all thinking.
All this reminds me of an episode in a job that I did a couple of years ago. At the time I was working for a major pharmaceutical company, and I had been recruited a couple of years earlier by a very pleasant chap whom I respected greatly. But he had a near-supernatural talent for recruiting the wrong people. He had since moved to another project, where he had recruited two utterly unsuitable people as his development team.
The first of these was travelling long-distance to the job. He was also an albino, and was suffering from the illnesses associated with that condition. This, combined with the tiredness, meant that he hardly spoke to anyone. He resigned; and my old boss looked for someone to replace him, which was where I came in. Of course I was glad to help, and I went and sat at the desk in question.
Sitting next to me was the other team member. I leaned over and cheerily said “good morning”. Rather to my surprise I got back a scowl and a “don’t talk to me; send me an instant message on your PC”. That was a shock!
In fact, he thawed over time, as he discovered that I was inoffensive and no threat to him. We got on well, and I’m still more or less in touch with him. But he remained very quiet and reluctant to say much.
In the end he fell out with my boss, and announced that he was going to go to California, and cruise the beaches in order to “pick up surfer chicks”. And off he went.
As he was short, balding and inarticulate, I gave him zero out of ten marks for probability. But I gave him ten out of ten for ambition!
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Am I alone in so feeling?
Absolutely not Roger. I am exactly the same.
In fact, I’ve turned down radio (interview via telephone) and TV requests now as I’m simply not comfortable with the idea.
We’re bloggers for a reason, namely, we write. That’s what we do, that’s what we’re best at.
Don’t get me wrong I can talk the hind legs off a donkey, but only with those I know very well. I’m naturally quite shy and so don’t like talking to strangers in any context.
If you’ve something you want to say to me, then email. Simples.
Glad it’s not just me (although I envy you the media interest). Your feelings are mine.
When you have a cold, flu, or feel miserable…..go to bed with a good book,
perhaps a cup of lemon tea,
and some sort of ( well strong ) medication…..
Steer well clear of negative comments on your blog,
and by no means, tell interesting but complicated stories about other people.
Or situations you found difficult…..you’ll probably regret it later.
(you wont stay ….”more or less in touch,” under the circumstances).
Your not a miserable git…
you just have to deal with it and be personable.
(welcome to blog land….)
Not feeling miserable! (That was two weeks ago) Just can’t talk much without coughing.
Probably ebola, of course. Can the end be far away? 🙂
Giving a phone number to an unknown is a risk that you take at your peril, whatever the possible reasons for the request. You are already as accessible as is necessary.
Interesting point that I had not realised – thank you.
You are absolutely not alone in this! I am able to express myself so much better via writing, and I loathe the phone. It’s not a matter of perfecting rhetoric (which some assume); I would be happy to chat on the fly via instant message. I simply find phone conversations (and even in-person conversations) to be halting and awkward. I never know when to talk.
The worst part is that once someone has your phone number, he/she can bother you at all hours of the day, leaving rambling messages on your voicemail, accusing you of failing to pick up…
It does put you much more at the mercy of the crank, that’s for certain.