Where's Emily?
I'm a notoriously tough person to contact. I know. I'm sorry. I've got good excuses for it, though. In order of likelihood:
I'm working! I'm really not a layabout; I go places and do things, and sometimes, I get paid for it. When I'm working at a client's site or in a meeting, I can't answer my phone or check my inbox with any regularity. Not only does it appear unprofessional, but if one of the computers were to short out and zap me (not as uncommon an occurance as you'd probably believe), it would probably take my phone down with it...then where would we be?
I'm sleeping! This should probably be first on the list, but I really haven't been getting enough sleep as of late. Either way, if I'm out cold, my measly monophonic ringtone and dinky inbox alert is definitely not going to wake me up.
I left my phone somewhere, or forgot to turn the ringer on! It happens, really. It gets stuffed into the bottom of a pack, or left in a pocket, or who-knows-what. This is a perfectly acceptable cue for you to offer me something caffeinated, as that's probably the root of my forgetfulness.
I'm at the gym! It's hard to pump iron when you're on the phone, so I don't even bring it to the gym with me.
I'm on my bicycle! I've taken my fair share of faceplants into the pavement, and they don't bear repeating. I get very wrapped up in my ride, and chances are, I'm too busy chasing BMWs during rush hour to pick up the phone without risking life and limb.
I've been drinking! Come on, people, how often do I drunk dial you? (That's right: never.) I hate being on the phone after I've had a few. It distracts me from my staggering.
I'm having a social life! Yeah, right.
I've decided to become a hermit! Sometimes a girl has to hole up in a dark room and listen to Pink Floyd's The Wall over and over again. Don't lie. You do it sometimes, too.
