Incommunicado.

I'm not talking to you.

Don't take it personally. I'm not talking to anyone (if I can avoid it.)

My sore throat is killing me. I have a sore throat; I have a cough. Nothing else is wrong... but my job requires me to talk. And right now, I sound on the phone like I've been crying my eyes out, because my voice breaks every three syllables. As a result, I'm doing work that is useful, but which isn't actually my job... but, y'know, they'd like me to do the work for which they hired me as soon as possible.

This is a perspective with which I can empathize. I would also like to do the work for which they hired me as soon as possible.

This is very frustrating.