Squawk Beep Squawk

You know for someone who loves -- loves! -- to write as much as I do, it's very nearly worrying that I have spent so long without even the slightest desire. In fact several times I have thought "You know, I should write that down on my blog," but then felt not the slightest answering urge, and in fact, felt a negative reaction to the idea! Worrying. If someone else were watching this happen, they would probably try to get me to go see a doctor.

But otherwise, I am quite happy in my life -- not with my energy level, but with everything else. I would like to comment on something, though -- perhaps this a rude behaviour which is so commonplace that no one thinks it is rude anymore, but I certainly hope not.

I'm at work, and the phone just rang, with an Asian woman asking for my boss. I told her he was not in the office, and offered her his cell phone number. She agreed, and I began to tell her what it was. As she repeated the numbers back to me, she was entering them into the same phone she was talking to me on, so that a loud squawk-beep-honk was filling my ear. After the 5 - 0 - 3, I protested. "Please stop that!" I said. "That's right in my ear!" She said, "'Uh, yeah, 4 -8 - 1?" SQUAWK-BEEP-SQUAWK. All the way through to the end of the number.

So is this an acceptable level of idiotic behavior nowadays? It better not be.