hi, my name is lauren. i live in sydney.
here is a portion, a collection of my life.
some of it has to do with travel. a lot of it has to do with photos. a bit of family, a bit of friends. a whole bunch of nonsense, really.
drop me a line sometime, i would love to hear from you: laurenfarmer (dot) blog (at) gmail (dot) com
here is a portion, a collection of my life.
some of it has to do with travel. a lot of it has to do with photos. a bit of family, a bit of friends. a whole bunch of nonsense, really.
drop me a line sometime, i would love to hear from you: laurenfarmer (dot) blog (at) gmail (dot) com
lauren farmer
That Little Red Light
Every time I’m heading back to my desk from a meeting (who am I kidding, I don’t get invited to meetings) or lunch, I slow down as I’m rounding the corner because I CRINGE to see that little red light lit up on my phone. I hate retrieving voicemails almost as much as I hate talking on the phone. I’d like to change my work voicemail message so it says “This is Lauren Farmer. I’m obviously not here and I will not listen to your message, so please call me back later. OR, better yet, email me!”
