Please call me back.
Your voicemail said that you were on the phone, so I left a message, as instructed, and it went well in that I managed not to sound like an idiot in any way.
Now I'm waiting, waiting, waiting and I can't stand it. I really hope you don't call after lunch. There is a small window of opportunity in which I'm at my best for phone conversation, and that window closes as time marches on and the torture from the kids begins breaking me down.
Also, I need an appointment upon opening on Monday and I need confirmation of employment before I leave so that I can resume sleeping and have an actual reason for the manic list creating going on right now.
I implore you to please help me, please call me back and please hire me.