Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Much Ado About Nothing
So, it's 5am. And I'm awake. And not because I was out at some fabulous party or up working on the next great American novel--if only the cause were that glamorous. Instead, I'm awake because I happen to own one of the most seductive pieces of technology ever---the BlackBerry.
It started innocently--after a few hours of tossing and turning, I wanted to know the time. Did I check my husband's alarm clock or the clock on the thermostat? Oh, no. I had to reach for the BlackBerry.
First, just a peek at the time. Then, a glance at the inbox, followed by a glance at my messages. Messages! Nothing but line after line of bold text, calling out to be read. Which I did, which lead [sic--there's a reason I'm generally not up at this hour] to a major panic--complete with hives, bloody nose and a rush downstairs for the laptop--about an overnight email deployment for a client, as one of the recipients said his email was blank. Which had a very rational explanation--his email didn't support html--which of course, I would've realized sans panic if I'd simply waited until a reasonable hour to check my email.