This week Oz got me a cell phone. He's been bugging me to get one for years, but I never could see the point. I've always worked from home and hence was easy to reach and didn't spend enough time in the car to justify the "I need a phone to call for help if the car breaks down" reason for having a cell phone. I did that weird "keep the car well maintained" thing instead. I've been quite a happy Luddite too, but my prior situation no longer applies now that I'm an intern with a two to three hour round trip commute that'll be starting in two weeks. (I'm dreading that drive; I haven't had to commute for over ten years. The fifteen minute drive to school doesn't really count.)
Thus far, in four days of cell phone ownership, I have set up a phone book, tested speed dial, set up my voice mail, retrieved and deleted a few voice mail messages from Oz, said messages all along the lines of "Ha ha ha! You have voice mail!" Oh, and I made two phone calls. I have resisted the urge to call everyone I know and tell them that I have a cell phone. Resistance is not futile.
210 words | May 23, 2004 07:52 PM | Because I said