I hate phones. They are unpredictable and intrusive.
I just got a new job. I'm now a 'cube rat,' as my spouse put it. (hijack: the Big Boss came by yesterday and said, "you have the most interesting office." I looked around and said "You mean everybody doesn't have a unicycle, WPA posters, fifteen reference books, a 'ball chair,' a toy motorcycle, a notebook full of statistics for Fantasy Football, and a book about a heretic?" I told a co-worker about this exchange, and he walked into my cube and burst out laughing, saying "this is an autistic person's cube. It is classic." And he walked off, still laughing. /hijack.)
Anyway. When i got this new job, I very specifically told Them that I didn't want a phone, and why. I don't need to add more "new stuff" to an already overloaded brain, I don't do well talking to people on the phone (I can never tell when it's 'my turn', for one thing), etc. Sure enough, I got a phone. Fortunately, I didn't know my extension for a week, so nobody could call me. Eventually someone told me, and I did figure out how to set my outgoing voicemail message, but beyond that I'm stuck. I can't figure out how to *get* my voicemail, and apparently my phone is different than every other phone in the building, so the instructions don't work.
It's a good thing nobody ever calls me, and another good thing that I don't have to make any calls. Still, there's that phone, lurking on the corner of my desk....