Freedom means choosing your burden. ~Hephzibah Menuhin
As many of you may or may not realize... my sleek yet highly abused Motorola Razr phone is defunct, kaput, finito --I'm talking smithereens people (evidence featured below). Yeah.. the short story is that the other day it slipped out of my hands for the upmteenth time, hitting the ground sending pieces everywhere.
This poses a few issues for me...
1. I am forced, or rather more than moderately behooved, to be on time or close to one time since I do not have the ready ability to call in route to say "hey I'm running late..."
2. I have very few phone numbers memorized thanks to the modern technology of my cell phone's digital address book. Hence if you haven't heard from me within the last week, this debacle is likely the culprit.
3. While I can still check voice mail, alas, I cannot track missed calls.. so for those of you who have been cursing my name for unacknowledged miss calls.. well shame on you... my cell phone as you can see is not in peak condition.
Surprisingly, the absence of a cell phone in my daily routine has been quite, shall I say liberating? As I'm not worried about making sure its gets charged up at night or whether its in close proximity to me so that I can answer when it rings, or whether the ring tone set to silent, vibrate or my classic "1000 miles" (Vanessa Carlton).
So its been almost 1 week since my phone went out of commission. Part of my delay in ordering a replacement is the labour I must exert to renegotiate the terms of my new phone. But the other side is that, I am not quite sure that I am ready to give up my new found freedom. Which is ironic all in itself as wireless telephone service is thought to be an ultimate freedom of sorts... Eh, who I am to go WITH the grain? :-) Another few days off the grid won't hurt.
This poses a few issues for me...
1. I am forced, or rather more than moderately behooved, to be on time or close to one time since I do not have the ready ability to call in route to say "hey I'm running late..."
2. I have very few phone numbers memorized thanks to the modern technology of my cell phone's digital address book. Hence if you haven't heard from me within the last week, this debacle is likely the culprit.
3. While I can still check voice mail, alas, I cannot track missed calls.. so for those of you who have been cursing my name for unacknowledged miss calls.. well shame on you... my cell phone as you can see is not in peak condition.
Surprisingly, the absence of a cell phone in my daily routine has been quite, shall I say liberating? As I'm not worried about making sure its gets charged up at night or whether its in close proximity to me so that I can answer when it rings, or whether the ring tone set to silent, vibrate or my classic "1000 miles" (Vanessa Carlton).
So its been almost 1 week since my phone went out of commission. Part of my delay in ordering a replacement is the labour I must exert to renegotiate the terms of my new phone. But the other side is that, I am not quite sure that I am ready to give up my new found freedom. Which is ironic all in itself as wireless telephone service is thought to be an ultimate freedom of sorts... Eh, who I am to go WITH the grain? :-) Another few days off the grid won't hurt.
We must be free not because we claim freedom,
but because we practice it. ~William Faulkner
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