Reading this great post at one of my favorite blogs -- Hair Raising Hell -- reminded me of one of my own pet peeves. Let me elaborate:
"Good Afternoon, this is Mary A."
"Hi Mary! How are you?"
"Doing well, thanks! How are you?"
"Great. How can I help you?"
"Do you know who this is?"
The "guess who I am" game. At work.
Do you think this is charming? It's not.
If you're calling me at home and ask "Do you know who this is?", I will generally hang up. Because I once got an obscene phone call that started with "Do you know who this is?". So that question kinda freaks me out anyway.
But if you're calling me at work I will give you the benefit of the doubt.
I don't know who you are, OK?
I have no fucking clue.
I know you aren't my mother. My mother has been smoking for 63 years. Her voice is rather distinct. Plus, she's too much of a lady to jerk me around like that. And she ALWAYS identifies herself. I know it's you, Mom, but I appreciate you having enough courtesy to identify yourself anyway.
When I call her, I always identify myself. She has 2 daughters. We probably sound similar on the phone.
When you call me -- at home, at work, or on the cell -- please identify yourself. Please.
Also, as long as we're on the subject: if your name is Mary, Mark, Mike, Dave, Joe, Kathy, Lori, Tom, Rick, Jose, Manuel, Cynthia, or Debbie, and if we don't speak on the phone very often, do me a favor and gimme your last name too. I have lots of Marys, Marks, Mikes, Daves, Joes, Kathys, Loris, Toms, Ricks, Joses, Manuels, Cynthias and Debbies who might call me at work for whatever reason. I love talking to each of them. Truly. But I prefer knowing which one I'm chatting with.
And one more thing: sign your texts. I don't know your number by sight (except for Vic & Gabe). I have a cheap phone. Just gimme some quick initials, 'kay?