I've Got Your Number
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As I take my seat, I look out and see Sam walking swiftly along the pavement, his face impassive, almost stony. I don’t know if it’s the wind or he’s been knocked by a passerby, but somehow his tie has gone skew-whiff, and he doesn’t even seem to have noticed. Now that’s bugging me. I can’t resist sending him a text.
Your tie’s crooked.
I wait about thirty seconds, then watch his face jolt in surprise. As he’s looking around, searching the pedestrians on the pavement, I text again:
On the bus.
The bus has moved off by now, but the traffic’s heavy and I’m pretty much keeping pace with Sam. He looks up, straightening his tie, and flashes me a smile.
I’ll have to admit, he does have quite a smile. Kind of heart-stopping, especially as it comes out of nowhere.
I mean … you know. If your heart was in the kind of place to be stopped.
Anyway. An email has just come in from Lindsay Cooper, and I briskly open it.
Dear Sam,
Thank you so much! Your words mean a lot to me—it’s so nice to know you are appreciated!! I’ve told the whole team who helped me with the strategy document, and it’s really boosted morale!
Best,
Lindsay
It’s cc’ed to his other address too, so he’ll have got it on his phone. A moment later my phone bleeps with a text from Sam.
What did you write to Lindsay??
I can’t help giggling as I type back:
Happy birthday. Just like you said.
What else??
I don’t see why I need to answer. Two can play at selective deafness.
Have you contacted the dentist yet? I counter.
I wait a while—but we’re back to radio silence. Another email has arrived in the phone, this time from one of Lindsay’s colleagues, and as I read it I can’t help feeling vindicated.
Dear Sam,
Lindsay passed on your kind words about the website strategy. We were so honored and delighted you took the time to comment. Thanks, and look forward to chatting about more initiatives, maybe at the next monthly meeting.
Adrian (Foster)
Ha. You see? You see?
It’s all very well sending off two-word emails. It might be efficient. It might get the job done. But no one likes you. Now that whole website team will feel happy and wanted and work brilliantly. And it’s all because of me! Sam should have me doing his emails all the time.
On a sudden impulse, I scroll down to Rachel’s zillionth email about the Fun Run and press Reply.
Hi, Rachel.
Count me in for the Fun Run. It’s a great endeavor and I look forward to supporting it. Well done!
Sam
He looks fit. He can do a Fun Run, for God’s sake.
On a roll now, I scroll down to that guy in IT who’s been politely asking about sending Sam his CV and ideas for the company. I mean, surely Sam should be encouraging people who want to get ahead?
Dear James,
I would be very glad to see your CV and hear about your ideas. Please make an appointment with Jane Ellis, and well done for being so proactive!
Sam
And now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. As the bus chugs along, I email the guy wanting to assess Sam’s workstation for health and safety, set up a time, then email Jane to tell her to put it in the schedule.59 I email Sarah, who has been off with shingles, and ask her if she’s better.
All those unanswered emails that have been nagging away at me. All those poor ignored people trying to get in touch with Sam. Why shouldn’t I answer them? I’m doing him such a service! I feel like I’m repaying him for his favor with the ring. At least, when I hand this phone back, his in-box will have been dealt with.
In fact, what about a round-robin email telling everyone they’re fab? Why not? Who can it hurt?
Dear Staff,
I just wanted to say that you’ve all done a great job so far this year.
As I’m typing, an even better thought comes to me.
As you know, I value all your views and ideas. We are lucky to have such talent at White Globe Consulting and want to make the most of it. If you have any ideas for the company you would like to share, please send them to me. Be honest!
All best wishes and here’s to a great year ahead.
Sam
I press send with satisfaction. There. Talk about motivational. Talk about team spirit! As I sit back, my fingers are aching from so much typing. I take a sip of latte, reach for my muffin, stuff a massive chunk into my mouth—and my phone starts ringing.
Shit. Of all the times.
I press talk, lift the receiver to my ear, and try to say “Just a moment,” but it comes out as “Gobblllllg.” My whole mouth is full of claggy muffin. What do they put in these things?
“Is that you?” A youthful, reedy male voice is speaking. “It’s Scottie.”
Your tie’s crooked.
I wait about thirty seconds, then watch his face jolt in surprise. As he’s looking around, searching the pedestrians on the pavement, I text again:
On the bus.
The bus has moved off by now, but the traffic’s heavy and I’m pretty much keeping pace with Sam. He looks up, straightening his tie, and flashes me a smile.
I’ll have to admit, he does have quite a smile. Kind of heart-stopping, especially as it comes out of nowhere.
I mean … you know. If your heart was in the kind of place to be stopped.
Anyway. An email has just come in from Lindsay Cooper, and I briskly open it.
Dear Sam,
Thank you so much! Your words mean a lot to me—it’s so nice to know you are appreciated!! I’ve told the whole team who helped me with the strategy document, and it’s really boosted morale!
Best,
Lindsay
It’s cc’ed to his other address too, so he’ll have got it on his phone. A moment later my phone bleeps with a text from Sam.
What did you write to Lindsay??
I can’t help giggling as I type back:
Happy birthday. Just like you said.
What else??
I don’t see why I need to answer. Two can play at selective deafness.
Have you contacted the dentist yet? I counter.
I wait a while—but we’re back to radio silence. Another email has arrived in the phone, this time from one of Lindsay’s colleagues, and as I read it I can’t help feeling vindicated.
Dear Sam,
Lindsay passed on your kind words about the website strategy. We were so honored and delighted you took the time to comment. Thanks, and look forward to chatting about more initiatives, maybe at the next monthly meeting.
Adrian (Foster)
Ha. You see? You see?
It’s all very well sending off two-word emails. It might be efficient. It might get the job done. But no one likes you. Now that whole website team will feel happy and wanted and work brilliantly. And it’s all because of me! Sam should have me doing his emails all the time.
On a sudden impulse, I scroll down to Rachel’s zillionth email about the Fun Run and press Reply.
Hi, Rachel.
Count me in for the Fun Run. It’s a great endeavor and I look forward to supporting it. Well done!
Sam
He looks fit. He can do a Fun Run, for God’s sake.
On a roll now, I scroll down to that guy in IT who’s been politely asking about sending Sam his CV and ideas for the company. I mean, surely Sam should be encouraging people who want to get ahead?
Dear James,
I would be very glad to see your CV and hear about your ideas. Please make an appointment with Jane Ellis, and well done for being so proactive!
Sam
And now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. As the bus chugs along, I email the guy wanting to assess Sam’s workstation for health and safety, set up a time, then email Jane to tell her to put it in the schedule.59 I email Sarah, who has been off with shingles, and ask her if she’s better.
All those unanswered emails that have been nagging away at me. All those poor ignored people trying to get in touch with Sam. Why shouldn’t I answer them? I’m doing him such a service! I feel like I’m repaying him for his favor with the ring. At least, when I hand this phone back, his in-box will have been dealt with.
In fact, what about a round-robin email telling everyone they’re fab? Why not? Who can it hurt?
Dear Staff,
I just wanted to say that you’ve all done a great job so far this year.
As I’m typing, an even better thought comes to me.
As you know, I value all your views and ideas. We are lucky to have such talent at White Globe Consulting and want to make the most of it. If you have any ideas for the company you would like to share, please send them to me. Be honest!
All best wishes and here’s to a great year ahead.
Sam
I press send with satisfaction. There. Talk about motivational. Talk about team spirit! As I sit back, my fingers are aching from so much typing. I take a sip of latte, reach for my muffin, stuff a massive chunk into my mouth—and my phone starts ringing.
Shit. Of all the times.
I press talk, lift the receiver to my ear, and try to say “Just a moment,” but it comes out as “Gobblllllg.” My whole mouth is full of claggy muffin. What do they put in these things?
“Is that you?” A youthful, reedy male voice is speaking. “It’s Scottie.”
