Well, poop
I was editing last night when someone IM’d to ask if they could call for clarification on a simple task.
Since my editing deals with numbers, and because I HATE the phone … And, also, I hate people … I didn’t reply.
Phone rings. Hilarity ensues. I find sledgehammer with which to numb my brain 15 minutes later.
Today boss writes to ask why a section of a hugely circulated Thing wasn’t edited right.
Guess what section I was editing during bloviatingly inane phone call.
It’s my own fault. But it doesn’t stop me from being really, really annoyed.