Thursday, February 16, 2006

Confessions of an Addict

This is a true story:

I left the house like any other day. Late. I have 9 minutes to get to work if I'm going to make it on time. Technically, the drive is only 2 miles, but standing between me and an on time arrival are: 2 miles, significant construction on Santa Monica Blvd., 1 parking garage, and 2 elevators.

I'm sitting at Beverly Glen and Wilshire and panic strikes. I DON'T HAVE MY CEL PHONE! Granted, I know exactly where it is...sitting next to the tv charging. So, its not like its lost or stolen or anything horrid like that. Its sitting happily at home, charging.

Now, I have 7 minutes to try to get to work on time.

Do I turn back?

You do realise how stupid this is, right? I work 2 MILES FROM HOME. I have complete internet access and my work phone. If my car were to suddenly stop moving, I could easily walk home to call AAA.

Seriously, this is a problem.

Luckily, the light was long enough for me to work through all of this and off I went to work. Of course, I was late but not as late as I would have been had I run back to get my phone.

And people wonder why I name my phones things like crack; its my habbit.

2 Comments:

Blogger digital janitor said...

Nooooo! Whatever will you DO without your phone that doesn't even work in your office and that nobody calls you on during the day anyway? Ahhhgghhh!

1:10 PM  
Blogger jenna! said...

This coming from the person who called me on my cel day before yesterday while I was at work to get directions. And, you were the 2nd person this week to do just that.

See, I *do* get phonecalls on it during the day. And since caller id is the best invention EVER, I can see who's calling me. However, I will grant you that the length of the conversation is entirely up to the whim of the connection.

1:30 PM  

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