The Bitch Slap: Pick Up the Phone, Would Ya?
Not really what I intended to write on today, but to hell with it. It’s relevant.
Stop emailing and pick up the goddamn phone, would ya?
As someone who lives and breathes in a digital world, it’s entirely too easy for me to sit down and tap-out a response when someone sends me an electronic ping. Text messages, emails – doesn’t matter. If I can type it, I can send it. And half the time I should be picking up the phone instead.
How much gets misinterpreted and poorly conveyed when you decide to respond to emails on the go or at 3 AM when you can’t sleep? Not everyone’s a writer and bril with the Webster’s action – and even if you are, there’s still the potential for something to get lost in translation when you opt to type instead of speak.
We’ve begun using email as a crutch. Opportunistic – we can do it at anytime and get things off our plate and put the ball in someone else’s court. When you think about it, it’s a half-shitty notion: I’m clearing my plate and dumping the contents in your lap. Yes, I know it’s 3 AM. Suck it.
Nice.
While digital communication has its place, the next time you’re faced with:
Option A: Hammering-out a conflict-laden response to an email or text
or
Option B: Dialing some digits
…perhaps you’ll opt for Option B.
For what it’s worth, I sent an email this morning to a new client in response to a minor issue, telling him to call me. Yes, I see the overwhelming FAIL in that whole scenario. It really wouldn’t have killed me to wait two hours and pick up the phone. But apparently I needed my plate clear then and there. Two hours…God forbid I have to wait such an extended time to have a real-time conversation about something that’s already spanned five emails at odd hours.
It’s funny, isn’t it? The fact that a five or ten minute phone call can erase hours of brooding over potentially misinterpreted words pounded out on a keyboard of indeterminate size. And yes, this also applies to those folk who think it’s A-freakin’-OK to stalk someone over text message. Pick up the phone, give someone a call and quit trying to avoid human interaction that makes relationships on any level work: friendship, business, lovers, dogs and cats.
Dogs don’t text message.They seem to get along just fine.
Tail wag: happy
Pouty face: tired/sad
Pee on carpet/eat couch: pissed.
Simple.















