I have been home a little more than usual this week and I am about ready to throw the phone out the window. Just today, I have answered the phone to recordings telling me that the FBI says there is a home break-in every 15 seconds, that pre-planning my funeral is the best way to show my love to my family, that my windows are for sure pieces of crap that need to be replaced and that my car windshield could be a danger to my life. Oh, and Rachel from card services has called me no less than three times to tell me I need to lower the rate on my credit card.
The reason I have been home is that I am "packing" in preparation to have the furniture moved out of our bedrooms and living room for re-carpeting. Believe me, it is a lot like moving so I have had to drop a box or crawl out from the floor of a closet to answer the phone, just to hear Rachel's recorded voice. Yes, I do have a portable phone, but it usually ends up hidden under something that is getting packed. And, yes I do know that there is no requirement to answer a ringing phone, but there is something about a phone ringing that just, well, calls to me and I am a hopeless phone answerer. On top of that, our hapless handyman, Robert, has been here all week replacing some light fixtures (he's not real fast) and every time the phone rings he yells "Jeanie, your phone is ringing", like I am deaf or something.
Apparently my registration on the Do Not Call list is expired. I guess I will have to call someone to check on that.