Nothing hurts my hard-wired heart more than walking into an office to the site of these pink relics. Sometimes they're like Dead People, I see them - EVERYWHERE. They're on desks, under desks, in briefcases, on spikes, on my lap...it totally kills me. The one place I never see them is in the garbage. Once, I threw one into a garbage can and It spit it back at me. I'm not kidding. It's just soooo OLD - there's really no excuse for this system of communication.
Wouldn't it be great if your receptionist sent you an email that filtered into a folder called "Phone Messages"? And from there you could open the message, see who called and maybe, if she was kind enough, she would have attached their full Contact Card from your firm Address Book with the latest phone numbers and maybe even their picture? Wouldn't that be great? What if you were out of the office, and getting your email on your smartphone and you got the message there too? And what if you lost Riley Brown's phone number but you know that you once had a phone message from him and you could search for his name and find it? And what if you could easily take a new callers name and phone number and easily create an Outlook contact for them? *looOOOOoong sigh* oh to dream.
