Why couldn’t this call be an email? Why would you call, when you know that you are near indistinguishable from spam calls about Microsoft services and Nigerian princes?
Why couldn’t this call be an email? Why would you call, when you know that you are near indistinguishable from spam calls about Microsoft services and Nigerian princes?
Ah yes, I want to listen to your “uuuhm” and “hold on, little Jon just shit himself”, incoherent, un-premeditated thoughts, with absolutely no proof of the contents of the conversation.
At the end of the phonecall, I’ll probably ask you to send me an email with a summary of what we talked about, because I can’t be bothered to keep all that mess you’ve just unloaded in my memory.
Unless you’re my dad or my mom, you’re sending me a message in a way it’s convenient to you.