Call me crazy, call me obsessive compulsive, call me what you will but I HATE when people come into the office and want to use my phone.
For a little back story, I work in property management to help fund my Etsy addiction. It's a wonderful thing though and I love everything I do; however, I do not enjoy when someone off the street comes in and says those 5 words I NEVER want to hear, "Can I Use Your Phone?".
My head starts to spin, my vision gets a little blurry, my palms get sweaty and all I want to say is, "NO! ARE YOU %@#$* CRAZY?!?!?!". I then envision myself chucking my phone out the window next to my desk because I'd rather brush off snow sludge and dirt then someone's breath condensation. BLEH! But, I'm way too nice and I'd feel bad for saying no if they really needed to get a hold of someone. Although this time I DID hesitate for about 15 seconds before forcing out a reluctant "fine" under my breath. It's just GROSS, OKAY?! GET A CELL PHONE!
So, here I am, at work, wiping my phone off with Lysol wipes when I thought to myself, "This would be an interesting story to post on my blog". And so, here we are.