Applications: 2. Rejects: 2. Cups of coffee: 4. Petty annoyances blown out of all proportion: lost count.
There was a man standing next to me on the train tonight who, in the parallel universe where I'm not a softie and don't work with Charities, got soundly bopped on the head.
But perhaps I was feeling a bit prickly today. Receiving an entire fundraising presentation on my voicemail at lunchtime didn't exactly improve my mood. Please, fundraisers of the world, take note: there's nothing wrong with calling a funder to run an idea past them, but before you do, have the foresight to prepare what you'd like to say if you do have to leave a message after the bleep, and DON'T just reel off everything that you would have said if you had gotten through. Keep it very brief and to the point.
(Note to self: investigate how to set up voicemail so that it cuts off after 40 seconds or so, as some do.)
I stuck at your message for quite a while. But then I remembered that I'm not getting any younger and pressed 'delete'. I'm afraid, whoever you are, that you hadn't even given your name and number by that point. Sorry.
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