Post-promotion I was awarded a Blackberry completely against my will. I have no interest in being that connected to the world or knowing that my boss knows that I am receiving his e-mails even if it 9PM on a Tuesday.
Many people at my office opt to use their work phone for personal usage but I decided to keep my personal cell– not to be one of those jackasses that think they are super important frantically texting and e-mailing and calling on two different devises but for plausible deny-ability.
No one will believe I frolicked around the city without a cell phone, Blackberry or any electronic ability to communicate with people all day. But I hope they’ll believe that I accidentally forgot my Blackberry at home when I don’t answer e-mails on a Sunday afternoon because I accidentally got day-drunk. See my logic?
I am also totally freaked out because as of now for both professional and personal use I am supposed to keep track of: a Blackberry, a cell phone, an iPod, an iPad (so I’ll have access to my CEO’s schedule at ever moment of every day!), a personal lap top, a desk top and a Nook. That is 7 different electronics that I now possess. God, that is so many. I must go buy a new purse!
Roommate B was super hungover Saturday. I had lovingly made quiche for the roommates the night before (manly quiche with lots of meat in it) and told Ben I’d bring him some to his bed. “You” auto-corrected to “young” thus– I will bring young quiche. Ben responded: I hate middle-age quiche! We were both very confused.
My all time favorite auto-correct is about my cousin’s kid. Half the pictures tagged on Facebook of baby “Mylo” moments after he entered this world auto-corrected to baby “Nylon”. Baby Nylon, you’ll have a long and successful life I’m sure.
Also– Baby Rachel is gangsta about oral hygiene. Just sayin’.