Fear of Nothing

The nerves just get to me.

I am sitting here right now, waiting for people to leave. Then maybe i can do it. Even then, i don't want anyone to hear me. Not even the people on the other end of the phone.

I have a fear of talking on the phone in an office. Not of talking. Not of being on the phone. And definately not of being in an office. I just can't seem to combine them all together.

At the start of the day, i was asked by Anna to give some girls a call about a story we could write concerning their business thats really taking off. The article is great and really interesting. The pair are both graduates from the MMU Fashion Buying degree and instead of doing a dissertation, they managed to get the selling rights for the North West selling the products of Punky Allsorts under their brand name DazzleDust.

Now you see, i cannot understand why i am so nervous. I know what i have to say, what i have to ask them, and i fully understand the nature of the article so i won't be stumped if they said anything. But i can't seem to manage to pick up the office phone and ring them.

Im going to have to go out on my break and do it from the mobile, again.

On a brighter note, on the way to the bus stop today, Simon informed me that all his friends from work really liked me. Apparently i was chatty and got on with everyone really well. Why can i not combine my chatty face-to-face persona with the telephone?

I will never know!