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1) We don’t want to talk to you.

2) We don’t want to pause our music to talk to you.

3) We don’t even talk to each other on the phone — why would we want to talk to you?

But the biggest reason is A TRAIL. If I e-mail you back, you can see what was said in the future. You can’t tell me I forgot to tell you something because it’s right there. You can’t tell me I “never reached out” because we can both SEE it. I don’t have to trust your recollection.

And, in a group inbox, you can see who has been responded to. I got forwarded a voicemail from my supervisor (through e-mail! imagine that!) asking me to call some lady back for clarification. So I did, against my will of course…and she said somebody had called her yesterday.

Who? When? What did y’all talk about? Is follow-up necessary?

Phone calls back and forth only work in a workflow where the standard procedure is to *log* phone calls in a shared system with a brief summary of what was discussed. Otherwise, y’all need to let us e-mail. It’s not just about a generation gap. It’s also about efficiency.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. Any feedback can be proffered via e-mail.

EDIT

:)

*remembers teenagers are on this site*

*checks op’s bio, they’re a minor*

thing: *breaks*

me:

For example, a few days ago, at a nice little bakery near Byron Bay, I ordered an iced latte and stepped to the side to wait, I was one of only a two or three people in line. A few moments later everyone else has their drinks, and a gentleman walks up to the counter with his wife and his dog.

It’s a cute dog, it’s a beautiful lady, it’s a handsome man.

Wait, that’s not a handsome man.

That’s a handsome Chris Hemsworth.

It occurs to me that this man is, in fact, the god of thunder, the cute dumb possessed one from ghostbusters, the huntsman from that one Snow White remake with Bella from twilight. Yes, that is Chris Hemsworth.

Now, I’m torn because while the counter staff are (understandably) fawning over the celebrity who they seem to have encountered a few times before, my iced latte has been forgotten. I’m standing to the side, two feet from Chris Hemsworth trying to decide wether to focus on him, or his dog.

His back is to me, he has a very cute dog.

I focus on the dog.

A while passes and Chris and his dog and his wife start to leave, and then they’re walking away which is fine. A lady behind the counter looks at me.

“You had the latte?” She says, grabbing the milk jug from under the steamer.

“Iced latte.” Her coworker corrects her, pouring my drink, “I’ve got it.”

He looks to me, “sorry for the wait, we were a bit disracted.”

“Yeah, I get it,” I say, “that was a really cute dog.”

They stare at me.

They think I’m serious.

I look like a fool.

“I’m kidding.” I say finally and they both laugh as he hands me my beverage, after fifteen minutes of waiting.

I wasn’t mad that I had to wait.

I get it.

But now, a few days later, a gif crosses my dash, one of Chris Hemsworth; a blooper from Thor: Ragnarok.

Before now I’d think “wow what an attractive man. Beautiful. Stunning.”

Now all I can think is “that man made me wait fifteen minutes for a latte.”

It’s fine.

I got my drink.