Avoid, Deny and (albeit begrudgingly) Accept

Typically, when I get in to work in the mornings my phone is sitting on my desk blinking this hideous, annoying orange light at me.

And, just as typically, I try to avoid said light as long as humanly possible or until someone makes a snide remark, “You gonna check your messages sometime today?”

My verbal response is kind, my mental response is something to the effect of back off, you don’t know what’s on the other side of that light – and if you did you wouldn’t be so quick to judge.

You see, once I click that button and put the phone to my ear my world changes. I subject myself to criticism, anger, more work and whatever else was leftover from the day before.

Today, I picked up the phone to find three messages from the same, very angry woman about a story I had written — which was almost completely based on the arrest report.

My boss told me to give her a call and to take up her anger with the Sheriff’s Office. I, doing what I do best, decided to avoid until it couldn’t be avoided any longer.

Thusly (it should be a word), I have yet to call her. I’ll get to it, I just need more prep time.

Right now, the lights blinking and I can’t think of anything good that can come from listening to that message except that blasted orange light will stop blinking.

I wonder if other reporters, heck other people, avoid their messages for the same reasons. Here, as soon as reporters get in they check their messages.

So, am I the only one with angry women yelling, felons complaining and confused elderly asking a dozen questions on their voice mail?


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