rrring, rrrrring

Icelandic offices and homes do not ever have voicemail or answering machines, so I have been spending a lot of time either listening to the phone ring, or speaking to receptionists. It's a rare call that actually results in me speaking to my target successfully, which has required me to shift the way I do things and the amount of time I spend on unsuccessful attempts to reach people. These people who transfer my calls must also be wondering why I am calling so often, or maybe they're just used to it by now.

Back to the phones!