Silence is gold
Here’s a friendly warning for you. My lowest time of the day is between 4.30pm to 7.30pm. So please, for both of our sake and sanity, do not mess with me at those hours in particular.
Of course, some people are simply negligent. So at 5pm an email popped up, asking for my assistance for something to be done on that very same day. What am I, David Copperfield?
Then that guy followed it up with a phone call, 10 minutes later. With sort-of-polite laughter (I assumed he was trying to ease the situation down), he said, “Am I bothering you?”
I remained quiet, didn’t say a single word. Remember this was over the phone.
He must have got the message since he immediately turned to being all business about it.
What? Do you expect me to actually respond to the question? Do you think he would prefer me answering the question? I don’t think so either.
