|We've learned that only women in prison still use payphones.|
We are in different buildings. So, we can't just wave each other off when calls go astray. We needed a system. If we both pick up, there's a dialtone in the background, but we can talk as if we have our own little secret communication line. We can't transfer calls, and if either of us dials our number, it forwards to the cell phone of a (rumored to be cute) girl that used to work here. We settled on just keeping gchat open, which doesn't really change anything on my end ;)
On Monday, my phone started ringing while somebody knocked on the door of my building. It apparently locked itself in being slammed by the wind. By the time I got to my phone to pick it up, the voicemail was starting.
I actually have to go to this intern's office to get my voicemails, since the lines are all screwy. Apparently, the message system turns his speakerphone on if a message is being recorded (probably for screeners). Anyway, his phone turns on automatically. Here was our gchat, afterward:
Glad to know I'm not the only one who has urges to yell 'penis' at inappropriate times,