My phones;
No answering machine on my landline, which is an old-fashioned, normal phone. If it rings, I pick it up. If I don't want to talk to whoever is there, I hang it up. If they don't like my brusqueness, too bad. Don't call me again. My cel is reserved for special callers, even though I can still explode if it starts ringing too often. Especially if people are trying to call me when asleep which you never know when that'll be.
Their phones;
My friends answer when I call. If it unavoidable, I'll suffer through the automated menu, but will probably cuss at it during the entire routine just because I hate it, I want to, and it serves a dual purpose; makes me feel good and, if anyone really is listening, they will discover precisely how I feel about such stuff. If it's not absolutely necessary, I won't leave a message when I get a machine--punishment for those who utilize these little monstrosities. If I call a business and someone actually answers, rare nowadays, I reward them by my patronage and inform them why. If someone EVER makes the mistake of asking me how I feel about automated menus, and it has happened, they are really asking for it full bore. I give it to them. If they didn't want an honest answer, they shouldn't have asked.
Generally, phones piss me off. They interrupt whatever it is that I'm doing, whether it's sleeping, or anything else. But they are a necessity, so whatya gonna do?
