Sure enough they were super nice to me, gave me what I wanted and were no trouble whatsoever. Like I pretty much knew they would be because 90% of people are friendly and cooperative if possible and being on the other end of the phone does not instantly make people mean.
Why oh why am I such a freak about the phone??
Maybe it is leftover anxiety from all of those cold calls I made when I was a realtor...oh wait, I never made those calls because I was a freak then too.
I don't know then.
Now I'm off to stare anxiously at the dishes and hope a solution presents itself.
Edited to add: I didn't originally mention what the call was about because it's not that interesting and it is more that every call creates this nuttiness in me, but you're all interested in knowing so I will share.
I called the director of the Temple to see if I could put photography advertisements in the kids' mailboxes. She was very nice to me and said that I could.
I knew the Jews were nice and should not have feared them. This is about me, not them.
Edited Again to add: Someone just commented about mail...I'm also afraid of mail. Not ONLY the post office, which strikes complete and total dread into my heart, but the actual mail itself. I will let it become a ginormous pile of chaos and continue to pretend it does not exist until Mr. Ashley handles it and then I bitch at him for not handling it correctly because I would like him to sort it right over the trash can immediately so I don't have to see it piling up and making me nervous.
Mr. Ashley just handed me a nice little note from my friend Jodi (I love you too, Rube, we just manage to drive each other crazy once a month of so) and I didn't want to open it because it didn't have a return address.
I'm pretty much admitting that I am bat shit crazy today, aren't I? Think I can get a doctor's note to get me out of doing those dishes?
Edited One More Time Because I Don't Think I Could Possibly Have Any More Craziness To Share: Someone mentioned the door bell. OMG don't get me started on unexpected door knocking. The dog starts barking, I'm not wearing a bra and my curly hair is a scary mess, the kids are naked and dirty, the dishes are in the sink and I immediately want to take the children and hide. Even unknown, but expected guests are feared. I once told a scary looking furniture delivery guy that my German Shepherd is an ex-police dog. I blame this fear on the fact that I live in the woods and get nervous about being home alone. I also have a secret fear that one day Oprah will knock on my door to answer all of my prayers, but I'll be too scared or embarrassed to answer. A very valid phobia, really.
Also, voicemails/messages...don't even bother. I've said it before and I'll say it again, at any given time I will have 43 answering machine messages. I will not deal with them. Mr. Ashley occasionally even checks my cell phone messages for me when I get really bad. He is very understanding of my bordering on bizarre anti-phone/mail/visitors/messages behavior.
My real friends hardly even bother anymore. They also know a text message will be read (maybe a week late) but never responded to because I don't really know how. Well I do but my stupid phone guesses the rest of the word for me and I freaking hate that and don't know how to make it stop. Plus, it takes too long.
My world would be a much better place if we all emailed and IMed...although I'm a little behind on my email right now too...