I spent Memorial Day weekend as the on-call media rep for work. There are four of us who take turns handling any media that calls after hours and on weekends. Typically during those times, we just say, “sorry wrong number”. I mean, we say “sorry, call back during office hours”, unless it’s a big time emergency or something big going on. I’ve never had to go in on a weekend (knock on this fake wood that is my desk), but I’ve conducted some phone interviews and answered calls that come in all hours of the night.
During last fall’s Swine Flu Epidemic That Was Going To Kill Us All But Turned Out To Be Not That Bad, I got a call at 3 a.m. from a nurse, who’d gotten a call from a reporter. In the middle of the night. Because nobody has anything better to do, little Miss Go-Getter with your early morning/late night beat. It’s OK, I’m here to take your call and tell you we can’t give you any information and to call the health department. Now I’ll just go back to what I was doing before, which was just waiting for more calls…..OR SLEEPING SOUNDLY.
Such is the life of the on-call people.
I can’t complain though. It’s a pretty easy gig and those types of calls really happen once in a blue moon. And the best part about the on-call rotation is the super special advanced technology we’re given to carry out these duties.
A Blackberry, I bet you’re thinking.
Think again, my friend. We take it way back, old school, at my place of employment. We rock pagers.Whose pager keep beepin’ and beepin’? Mine does, y’all. It’s the sweet sound of business being done.
I love two things specifically about my pager:
- It’s numeric only — no letters up in its grill
- One of the beep options is “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head”
Other awesome things about it:
“VER-iz-on”..ephasis on the VER.