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Happy Monday!

Thanksgiving is Thursday, which is when families and friends will gather under one roof to give thanks for the special people (and a particularly great white dog) in their lives. Great food will be accompanied by great company and a few great laughs.

However, it will also be nearly impossible to escape or prevent those inevitable, awkward moments that are as consistent as the cranberry sauce straight out of the can (“The Michael J. Fox Show” knows what I’m talking about). Undoubtedly, something will spark that predictable, though vague in specifics, occurrence.

In some cases, it can be like a rainstorm. When it rains, it pours…day, by day.

and if you happen to have a cat gingerly pacing around the table…

Forget the Octagon, this is the Circle of Trust.

Adults Say the Darndest Things

Leaving a coherent voicemail can be difficult. It’s an art. Quite frankly, it’s not as simple as it seems and can be particularly terrifying as it is, in one sense, a type of public speaking straight from the nerve-racking classrooms of high school. In most situations, a name, quick reason for calling and a call back number is all that is required. That’s it. Ten seconds or less is all that’s needed. And yet, there is a kind of paranoid fear of any type of awkward silence on the part of the caller. The open ended nature of a voicemail creates the need to constantly be talking, as if a succinct message would be disastrous.

This awkward form of communication affects me constantly. Back during my freshman year in college, I left a voicemail for one of my new fraternity brothers. Skip forward to our Formal later that Spring and the Taylor Awards, meant to be humorous, were being handed to a select few brothers. Turns out the brother I called was the same as for whom the awards were named. At one point, I heard, “And the Award for Most Polite Voicemail Leaver” (or something like that) goes to…Jimmy Ohio!”

He explained how, surely because I was from Ohio, I left the most polite and formal voicemail he’d ever heard. It included my name, please and thank you’s, possibly even an over-explanation of who I was…

And once the rambling starts, it’s like a heavy cheese wheel rolling down a steep European countryside hill. Once it gets going at autobahn speeds, it’s impossible to stop.

We’ve all been here in some way!

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and then there’s the conversation after the voicemail…

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