I told my mom yesterday that I’m pretty sure my phone’s ringer doesn’t work. No one is calling me. I get text messages just fine, but no calls.
Today, just 5 minutes ago, my phone rang and a number displayed I didn’t recognize. A company! Calling off my resume!!
I cleared my throat and in my best professional voice (trying to sound as if I’m not sitting here in my feetie snowman jammies), answered, “This is Jammie J.” A nice male voice said, “Oh, sorry, I think I have the wrong number.”
Two seconds later, it rings again, same number displayed, so I answered, “Hi, I think you still have the wrong number…” This time he argued with me, “No, I’m looking for Donna. Donna Legand? Perhaps she’s a co-worker or something?”
I looked at the cat on my lap named Tug, over at the cat snoozing contentedly in his cat bed named Snug. I responded to the man, “This is my cell phone and I have no co-worker named Donna. I’m pretty sure you have the wrong number…” I almost finished with, “But if you’re looking for a kick-ass executive assistant, I can be your girl for the right price!” But I didn’t. Hard sells to wrong number callers? Really not my thing. Although in this economy, maybe it should be.
At least I know my phone rings…
Jammie J's Quest 
It’s ok sweetie the phone will ring, it will ring, put the resume out and the phone will ring, just keep the faith
love you cutie pie
(sigh) Working at keeping the faith…
You should have told me you had a cell phone ringer problem! I’d have called you! And you wouldn’t even need to give me the hard sell. I’m easy.
Yeah? You got a job for me? hehe
Not one that wouldn’t get both of us in trouble. But you know I’d hire you in a sec if I could.
Eep! No troublemakin’ here! hehe
I know… we’d probably work well together.
Hey, I would’ve called you! hehe. 😀
Now I know you *heart* me, cuz I know you don’t like talking on the phone all that much. 😛