You have eight new messages.
Monday. Five-fifteen P.M.
Hey. Charlie here. I was just wondering if we're still on for Saturday night. Melanie said she ran into you at the supermarket, and you seemed like you didn't want to go. It's more than chill if you don't. I think it's supposed to rain, anyways. I know how much you hate the rain. But... uh, sorry... hang on... sorry, that was Melanie. She says we have to go to a dinner with one of her clients on Saturday. So, I can't do that either. Sorry. Uh. I guess, call back if you want to reschedule. Cheers.
Tuesday. Twelve-oh-seven P.M.
Sam, dear, it's Mom. You never call me any more. For heaven's sake, it wouldn't kill you to pick up the phone. You know how much I hate texting, I can barely read the little bubbles! Janet says she can fix it for me, and make the text bigger, but she isn't coming to visit until Christmas. At least she still visits. Ever since you moved to LA you've been distant. I miss you. Oh, be sure to take your pills. You know how bad you get when you're off them. Love you lots.
Tuesday. Eleven-eighteen P.M.
Hey, baby. The wife'll be gone next week. Call me back.
Wednesday. Eleven-thirty A.M.
Hi, this is Brooke and Johnson Pharmacy calling to let you know your prescription has been filled for a twenty count 125 milligram pills of sertraline. Pickup time is from ten to four every day.
Wednesday. Four-forty-four P.M.
It's Janet. Call Mom. She keeps bugging me about it. Stay safe, take your meds. And for the love of God, CALL MOM.
Thursday. Three-fifty-two P.M.
You may be entitled to twenty years of tax refund. Call 1-800-732 for more information.
Friday. Seven P.M.
Sam, this is Sarah, your manager. You haven't been at work in a while. What's going on? Everything OK? Oh, and you need to let us know if you're taking sick days. We're going to have to fire you if you don't come back next week.
Friday. Eight-oh-two P.M.
Hey. Uh. It's Charlie again. Melanie's dinner got canceled. So I don't know if you still want to go out Saturday or not. I was thinking I'd keep it low-key, you know. Just some drinks and cards. Umm. Yeah. Call back, I guess. If I don't hear a reply, I'll take it as a no.
....I miss you, man. Please call back.