{"id":36,"date":"2012-05-10T02:25:30","date_gmt":"2012-05-10T02:25:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/bologs\/vng\/voicemail-just-stop-it-you-sad-old-farts\/"},"modified":"2012-05-10T02:25:30","modified_gmt":"2012-05-10T02:25:30","slug":"voicemail-just-stop-it-you-sad-old-farts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/voicemail-just-stop-it-you-sad-old-farts\/","title":{"rendered":"Voicemail: just stop it you sad old farts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"media\/set1a.jpg\" class=\"illustration\" width=\"195\" height=\"190\">When I was a kid my dad used to run a record wholesale business from our house. As a modern business in the 1970&#8217;s it really needed some way to ensure valuable orders weren&#8217;t lost simply because we were out at the time. So we became the lucky users of a piece of futuristic technology that we could show off to anyone and everyone that visited: a telephone answering machine.<br \/>\nIt was a huge brown console full of moving parts, big clunky knobs that really did &#8220;clunk&#8221; when you moved them, a <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/General_Post_Office\" title=\"GPO\">GPO<\/a> logo, and a &#8220;display&#8221; consisting of a little window which revealed a section of a spinning disc underneath while a recording was taking place; just like the glassy blue barbers&#8217; pole in OS-X&#8230;sort of. It obediently recorded callers messages whilst applying bizarre audio effects supplied by the perpetually degrading, non-replaceable tape mechanism. It didn&#8217;t take long before everyone had one in their house.<\/p>\n<h3>BUT THOSE DAYS ARE GONE!<\/h3>\n<p>Voicemail is the modern-day equivalent, but it too is already an anachronism, existing solely for those people who need to cling on to the past.<\/p>\n<p>Here is a generic voicemail message that captures the essence of 99.9% of voicemail messages you&#8217;re likely to receive:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8220;Oh&#8230;hi&#8230;it&#8217;s X here. It&#8217;s&#8230;er&#8230;Tuesday&#8230;no, wait&#8230;Wednesday&#8230;no Tuesday at around&#8230;er&#8230;7&#8230;7:20&#8230;7:25. I was just calling to&#8230;er&#8230;see if you were up to anything over the weekend. So give me a call back when you get this&#8230;or actually I may try to call you again later. See you.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Back in the olden days, this tedious message still held some potentially valuable information for the recipient:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>X called.<\/li>\n<li>The call was placed at 7:25 on Tuesday.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>The rest of the message is pretty much free from information and can be inferred from the existence of the call: &#8220;call me back, or I&#8217;ll try again&#8221;. <\/p>\n<p>But today all of the valuable information there is automatically handled by your phone! You know you got a call and you know when the call was placed! Yet people still leave these tedious messages on voicemail systems. Please stop doing that! It&#8217;s costing you time and money for absolutely no reward. And it&#8217;s costing me irritation that I have to check my voicemail (even though I already know you called) just to get rid of that bloody little tape-spool icon.<\/p>\n<p>If you want to tell the callee something of consequence then why not use an SMS message (ie a &#8220;text message&#8221;), an email, or something similar like Facebook? That way the recipient can read and digest your message at a time convenient for *them*, rather than a time convenient for you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was a kid my dad used to run a record wholesale business from our house. As a modern business in the 1970&#8217;s it really needed some way to ensure valuable orders weren&#8217;t lost simply because we were out at the time. So we became the lucky users of a piece of futuristic technology [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}