I dislike talking on the telephone. Always have. In fact, I refused to get a cellphone; I don't necessarily want to be reachable all the time. Naturally, among the equipment I was issued for my job was a cellphone. It's certainly not just a fashion accessory — last month, I used 3092 minutes.
I've gone through two headsets in just a few months; even with the majority of the cord inside my shirt, I kept snagging on things. So this week I got a nifty Borg implant that works with non-Bluetooth phones. It's not quite as comfortable as the other two headsets, but I'm hoping that I'll eventually build up enough calluses that my ear's not throbbing at the end of the day.
But the worst part is the crappy ring tones. They're haunting me in my sleep. Naturally, this model of phone doesn't work with the Web services that let you upload your own ringtones for free, as opposed to paying the carrier $1.99 per ringtone, from their selection rather than anything I'd want. Very tempted to buy a data cable so I can do it myself.