When it comes to book smarts, I think its safe to say (vanity aside) that I have a fairly high intelligence level, complete with evidential support. But I guess God doesn’t give with both hands, because in terms of life skills and common sense I am pretty low on the totem pole. When I encounter daily commonalities such as traveling someplace new and dealing with technology, I often get a little confused. Blame it on my blonde hair, my easy life, or my addiction to reading books when I should have been looking out the window; whatever, I sure don’t know!
Whatever you blame my lack of common sense on, it is definitely lacking, and it definitely leads to an alarming number of unfortunate incidents/anecdotes that are hilarious to everyone else. And to myself, at least in retrospect and once I’ve solved the problem.
So for your enjoyment, ladies and gentlemen, I give you “Disaster of the Day”, a new set of self-mocking posts about my inability to perform simple tasks while putting my Bachelor of English degree to use working as a temp. (You can’t hear it, but I let loose a dejected sigh after typing that sentence.).
With this week being my first time using a phone with multiple lines to transfer calls, one could expect that anyone would make a few mistakes. Now, after struggling through a few phone calls during my first couple hours at work, I was doing alright, but then there was a long period with no calls. Fine by me! Of course, after my lunch break, the woman who covered my desk informed me (kindly) that I had put the phone on “Do-Not-Disturb” mode, which sends all calls directly to voicemail. Suddenly that quiet hour and a quarter made so much sense…
I took a couple more calls, and then silence. And some more silence. And some more. I began to feel like I should be doing something. I stared at the phone. Had I put it on the DND setting again? I clicked through the options on the phone, and hit the DND button. A message popped up, “DND On”.
Crap! I pushed it again, hoping to turn it off. No message. I repeated the two steps and got the same message then lack of a message. Did that mean it was turned off? Or was it still on? What the heck? I clicked through all the options on the phone, but found nothing to help me evaluate whether DND was successfully turned off.
I stared at the phone some more. I picked up the receiver to make sure it had a dial tone. But of course DND wouldn’t disturb outgoing calls. I noticed there was a steady, glowing red light on the phone. Had it been red like that all day? Or did I screw something up?
After finding the exact phone model’s guidebook online, I was no closer to answering any of my questions. All the instructions were in some technical jargon that I didn’t understand. A few moments after closing the guidebook in defeat, the phone rang with perfect poetic timing. Finally! My worries were for nothing ! I would get to do my job instead of just sitting around!
The caller ID popped up, reading “Anonymous”, which I had been instructed not to answer. So much for working hard! I should be happy about this, right? But apparently you should tell that to my work ethic, and resultant guilty conscience!
Stay tuned for today’s segment, which I will be posting later. I have an incident from my first 5 minutes in the office picked out, but I’m hoping not to jinx myself and have something more unfortunate happen to overshadow it! Til next time…