I like to think I’m an effective communicator. I’m a professional writer, for crying out loud. But for some reason, the timber and cadence of my voice on Google Voicemail is hysterical. The mister likes to pull the transcripts from the “Google machine”, as he’s taken to calling it, which I imagine gives he and his colleagues a great laugh. Here’s one from Friday:
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Hey, it’s about 340. I thought maybe you’re from scarring and I really voicemail again. I want to be harassing you about it. I’ve called a couple times and Point Reyes it rains like20 times in the new voicemail. I couldn’t remember if you said this morning that you were gonna be home tonight. He, or if you’re still in the night.I have a imagine theconversation both ways and I had today. Trying to your call it, so just give us a call and let us know. We had planned yesterday4. What we do this evening. And then for dinnerand stuff so I just wanna make sure that we plan accordingly and also wanted to tell you that tomorrow. The agency has got a mandatory all staff meeting from 2 to 4 o’clock in the afternoon, so I called and just canceled. The dental appointment for Payton and I, figuring that it would be easier to just call and try delivery schedule them at a later time. Soanyway, I just want to let you know that as well. So, give us a call when you get a chance. I’m just turning left on to Salem Street on my way home for the day and I love you,bye.