I got asked for my cell phone number. I said I didn't have one. After staring at me as though she'd just seen a unicorn or I'd suddenly sprouted a second head the project manager said these dread words:
"We'll get you a BlackBerry."
There goes my quiet time on the bus.
Oh, Nan. I am so sorry!
ReplyDeleteYou have my sympathy. Is there any way you can stuff the thing at the bottom of your bag, or dip it in a bucket of Chattahoochee River water, or something?
ReplyDeleteHee hee. Ranger Bob is on a roll tonight.
ReplyDeleteDamn, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. I backed over mine with the car -- that stopped it. I really can't comprehend what people talk about on these blasted things anyway, but there they are -- phone stuck to one ear and oblivious to everything around them. Some kind of mass-think, hive mentality that eradicates any possibility for reasoned thought.
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A fellow phone Luddite.
I'm required to have a Blackberry-type unit for work. Don't worry, I'm on my 4th replacement since I got it in April of 2007. They don't work worth a shit most of the time so all you have to do is ignore it and plead ignorance.
ReplyDeleteDuring a brain fart about four years ago I bought a cell phone, never did use it, don't know where it is.
ReplyDeleteHave no use for a Blackberry but if you are klutzy and keep dropping it I"m guessing that it surely can't last long.
Drove long haul for one trucking company that had a satellite setup in it. They could tell where I was at and how fast I was going and such. We could exchange messages on it. It was cool, I loved telling them what a bunch of fucking idiots they were. Ha, ha, ha.
I was damn good at what I did and they wouldn't fire me, I had to quit.