HOWEVER, this week and next I have to do something that actually feels like work. It has me staring at the clock willing the minutes to go by because it's so awful.
The task is...calling people and asking them to complete a survey.
I. hate. this. I get a little nervous to talk to strangers on the phone anyway. That tendency, combined with the fact that I'm calling these people to ask them to do something is a recipe for an unhappy me. I have lots and lots of other work to get done these days, so I've been telling myself that I only need to make the calls for 30 minutes a day. I spend all morning dreading 10 a.m. - when I usually try to make the calls. Right before, I get so nervous that my heart beats faster, and my hands get shaky. As the phone begins to ring, I just keep my fingers crossed that no one will answer and that I can just leave a message. I watch the minutes tick by, and half an hour seems to take FOREVER.
So far, no one's yelled at me. And I only have to do this for 6 more days. But I hate every single second of it.
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