I really don’t like the phone at all.
I can use a phone to make doctor’s appointments without too many problems, or to call my husband or daughter, but that’s about the limit I’m comfortable with.
I hate to call other people. It never occurred to me to worry that I might disturb them–it’s more that I just hate to talk to people on the phone. Period.
I hate even more when people call me. I am one of those people who will easily (and gladly, even) ignore a ringing phone for any reason I choose to do so. Sometimes, it’s because I’m doing something else, and answering the phone would be an interruption. Most of the time, it’s just that I don’t feel like dealing with someone on the phone, especially when I don’t have time to prepare myself for the conversation ahead of time.
Call waiting has been a huge boon to me. It allows me to at least see who I am ignoring, and decide if I would rather deal with the call immediately, or wait until later.
Interestingly, I did work as a telephone receptionist for several months, when I filled in for a receptionist who quit. I did fine with it, but it was all impersonal calls, and most of them fell into a limited number of situations, making it easy for me to handle them.
In the long run, though, I think it comes from the fact that I have a lunatic mother, who frequently drank herself practically into a coma, then call me to threaten that she was going to kill herself. Or she would just call me repeatedly when she was drunk, then hang up as soon as I picked up the phone.
I do like having e-mail and web sites–I even order pizza online, rather than calling it in, and it works just as fast as if I called directly. Mr. Kiminy is good about making phone calls that I can’t make, for whatever reason.