D.F.
Krause
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June 30, 2008
I’m Calling You On
Vacation, And I Don’t Care
I’ve decided that, starting right now, I’m interrupting your vacation.
And it’s your own fault.
This is the result of my calling you and getting a most unwanted bit of
information: “You’ve reached Bob Matheson. I am out of the office until
Monday, July 14. Please leave a message at the tone and I will get back
to you upon my return. If this is an urgent matter, you can reach me on
my cell phone at 616.BLAHBLA.”
Now, the old D.F. would have said, “Oh dear, I don’t want to bother Bob
on his vacation!” I might have tried to conjure up, in my mind, some
justification I might have used to explain why it really was a very,
very, very urgent situation, and I needed to make his cell phone ring at
the very moment he was strapping water skis on little Bob Jr. for the
first time.
Had I actually made the call, I would have apologized six or seven times
before bringing up whatever business had necessitated the call, and six
or seven times after. That was the old D.F.
What does the new D.F. say?
Screw it. Make the call.
Much of this is the product of my own evolution, but there are good
practical reasons as well. In the past two years, I’ve made a transition
from mainly using an office phone for business to using my cell phone
almost exclusively. The only reason I even still have the desk phone is
that I have a lease on the system and no one is quite sure where we
would go to get rid of it. The cell phone has graduated from my
when-I’m-on-the-road-or-after-hours phone to My Phone.
And once your cell phone becomes Your Phone, you get used to the
idea that you’re never really out of the office. If this offends your
sense of work/home separation, don’t give out your cell phone number.
But chances are, you’ll realize after about three weeks that your
personal sovereignty is not under attack because you got a work call
while you were doing the dishes.
So
I don’t fret for Bob’s personal time because I’m not too terribly
concerned about my own.
As
a practical matter, I’m calling Bob on vacation because I know darn well
that there is no one else in his office who has the answer to my
question, and I have no intention of waiting until July 14 to get it. I
suppose I could. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if this item stayed
on my to-do list until then.
But I want to get it done, and I’ve simply decided Bob being on vacation
isn’t a good enough reason to have to wait two weeks. So I’m calling.
Bob did make a choice, you realize. Two choices, actually. First, he
made a choice to give out his cell phone number on his voice mail
greeting – not to mention leaving it up to me to define what an “urgent
situation” is. I define urgent by how patient I’m feeling that day.
Second, he made a choice not to include the following in his voice mail
greeting: “If this is D.F. Krause, my colleague Erin has the answer to
your question.”
Would I still call Bob on vacation then? Of course not. I’m not a
sadist. I just want my question answered. But Bob wouldn’t think to
leave the information with Erin because Bob doesn’t think like that.
He’s very good at his job, but he figures that when it’s time to go on
vacation, all he needs to do is go.
So
I made the call. It took about three minutes. Bob had exactly the
information I needed. I did hear Mrs. Matheson grousing in the
background, “We’re on vacation!”
I’ll leave it to Bob to explain how that ridiculous D.F. Krause just
can’t let a man take his family on vacation in peace. I just hope they
don’t stand there arguing about it too long. Bob Jr. is waiting to ski!
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