Who’s calling please? My Manager. Oh!

What does it mean when my manager calls me at 8 o’clock on a Sunday night; not to ask me to come in early or did I send that very important email to New York on Friday? Oh no, he said and I quote “I’m just checking that I have the correct telephone number for everyone in our department, nothing to worry about”.

Well I am worried and I want to utter the words “what the devil are you talking about… checking mobiles and not to worry? Is this some sort of code or a plan to feel-out who you need to get rid of due to the Economic Down-turn?”

By the time the right words came about, he was gone. I hate it when I develop the inability to talk due to my brain trying to figure out whether I should edit my words versus tell it like it is and then I end up not saying anything at all. What a son of a b****!

So another missed verbal opportunity due to psychological laryngitis.

I still don’t know what he was after. Apparently, he really was checking everyone’s telephone number because I wasn’t the only one to get a call. But if he wanted to have us all like a bunch of cats on a hot tinned roof, not knowing whether jobs are safe or not, he’s got what he wanted.