Monday, August 4, 2008

Not a good day at work

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.


  1. You 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?

  2. Hee hee. Ranger Bob is on a roll tonight.

    Damn, I'm so sorry.

  3. 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.

    A fellow phone Luddite.

  4. 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.

  5. During a brain fart about four years ago I bought a cell phone, never did use it, don't know where it is.

    Have 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.


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