Yesterday I left my phone at work. Right after dinner when I realized this I started to panic, not a giant ZOMG the baby is bleeding panic, but a quiet “this can’t be right, I would never forget my phone” kind. My phone is my life line.
I used to harass Jason about all the time he spent on his Blackberry, typing away. It irritated me he couldn’t focus on me without that thing. Then I got a Pearl, I understood. I understood so well I got a Curve less than 12 months later. I needed that full keyboard, the larger screen. Oh man the apps! The apps!!
I’ve got my gmail, google talk, UberTwitter. I can’t live without my browser links I can check while Kyle plays. Have to walk away from Txts from last night? The world, she crashes. I’m attached to my Blackberry like a new mom is to her nursing cups, sure one could improvise and find other solutions but why would you when you have this marvel?
I couldn’t wait to get to work today, back to my red loveliness. (Though I really, really want the purple cover.) My rear didn’t even hit the chair before I grabbed it, hidden under my printer where my last glance before leaving the office kept it from my view. My right hand has re-appeared.
P.S. Mom I’ll call you later. I had no phone!