Don’t you hate when you miss a phone call that seems really important? You had no idea someone was going to call you and you left the volume turned down, or you left the phone in your bag where you didn’t have time to get it before the voicemail picked up.
I guess it’s a bit over a year ago now that I was on my way in to uni and my Dad called. I’d spoken to him on Sunday night about visiting my grandfather who was sick in hospital. I’d decided I would go on Tuesday, because I could drive to uni and then to the hospital. Monday morning I got a coffee and realised my phone was peeping at me. It was a missed call from Dad. I think I knew what it was going to say, since I’d only spoken to him the night before. Perhaps it was a good thing that I missed the call, the message was gentle but clear, “Don’t worry about visiting Pop tomorrow, it’s all over sweetie.”
This morning the regional manager for our karate club called my mobile to contact my husband (who doesn’t have a mobile). He wanted the keys for the place we train at because there’s a grading today and the location it’s usually at was double booked. This seems to me like an important phonecall because today is a really important day for gradings; they had to be super organised to get the normal gradings (which happen once a month and is always a nerve-wracking and exciting time for those attempting to attain their next belt) out of the way because there’s also a black belt grading in the afternoon (which happen less frequently). It would have taken a feat of organisation even if everything went right because gradings always run late. However at 8:30am when I got the call (or didn’t get the call as the case may be) things weren’t going right. Presumably things worked out, because hubby left to help out at the grading about 2 hours ago and hasn’t returned, which means that he must have been able to find their location.
It’s interesting that just last night I dreamed that hubby bought a mobile phone. He just went out and got one, a swanky one that’s like a transformer. It looked like a normal little flip phone and it folded out into a Nintendo DS or PSP looking thing. I was just shocked that he a) got a phone and b) got it without saying “Hey, I’m thinking of getting a phone.”
Between the message I received this morning and the dream I had last night I think it’s a good idea for him to get a phone. That way people don’t have to go through me to get to him, when things go wrong I can call him, and I don’t have to feel guilty that I missed important calls intended for him because I left my phone on quiet.
I’ve changed the message for my voicemail now. It says to leave me a message and if you’re trying to reach hubby you can leave him a message, but if it’s urgent to try our home number (of course I give the home number because no body seems to bother keeping those anymore). 😛
