If you haven’t switched over to hi-speed internet access, living in the world of dial-up is tough enough, but are you wasting your time waiting by the phone?
We’ve all been there, wondering if he’s going to call and when. It’s just another reason to celebrate being single. The limbo waiting room doesn’t exist anymore. Here’s Michaela’s story . . .
It was a gloomy, rainy day, of course. I had just interviewed for a great job with a fashion manufacturer, who said they would contact me by the end of the week. I wanted this job and needed more money, plus the wardrobe comps were very generous. The interview was on Tuesday, but let me tell you about Wednesday.
I had been dating Tim for almost a year. He was notorious for never calling, so I always found myself being the more assertive partner in the relationship. Tim seemed happy for me that I’d finally landed the interview and I moped around the house all of Wednesday, wishing that he’d at least call and ask how it went.
I mean, what does he do all the time? Is he sitting around hoping I’ll call or maybe just thinking that I’ll call eventually, so he won’t worry about it? Watching out the window at the pouring rain, I made a promise to myself that I would not call him. Let’s just see if he really cares about me, I thought.
After finishing off half a bag of potato chips, I stood in front of the refrigerator, planning on the feast I would have with what was left of the chocolate chip ice cream. Instead, I broke my promise to myself and grabbed the phone. I called Tim and got his voicemail, but didn’t leave a message. An hour later, I called his cell phone and left a short message, just saying that it was me calling. I became so angry that he never offered me any emotional support, I decided not to dare call him again and not to answer the phone if it rang.
Around 3:30, that afternoon, the phone rang, but I let the voicemail capture the call. I became so furious with not only Tim, but myself for being so weak, I didn’t check the message. I assumed that I wouldn’t hear from the employer until Friday, certain that if the phone actually rang, it would be Tim or my mother.
I finally checked the messages later on Thursday to learn I’d missed my opportunity for the new position. My obsession over Tim cost me the chance for my new job, as it was the employer who had called. The message stated that they had experienced such an unbelievable response to the job opening, they would need to hear back from me right away, by 5pm that day, otherwise the job would go to the second most valuable candidate.
So, that was Thursday and by Friday, Tim had never called.