Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
People Looking For You
Do you ever feel like everyone is always looking for you? I basically have my cell phone on me at all times, a phenomena I never expected to include in my daily routine.
People from work call me on it (within business hours, luckily) as if anytime, anywhere I will have an answer to their question or can fulfill their request immediately. This morning, for example, I was about 2 miles from my office and I received a call about a bill that's due for our office furniture rental. So I reach over, grabbed my corporate charge card and read off the number while I was driving!
Okay, I'm also known for eating and drinking coffee (my car would tell you that wholeheartedly) while I'm driving so this task is not so far fetched. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I've willingly become one of the people who lives a mobile ungrounded existence. I have everything I could possibly need in my car except a washing machine and dryer!
There are other people looking for me, my boyfriend, my parents at 2 am when I haven't come home. My grandmother always enjoys my calls in transit ("Where are you, on the train?"/ "No Gram, I'm crossing a bridge").
The following people are NOT looking for me: The I.R.S; A Jehovah's Witness; My very short list of Ex's. And with that I await my cell to briiing briing again...
Mags
People from work call me on it (within business hours, luckily) as if anytime, anywhere I will have an answer to their question or can fulfill their request immediately. This morning, for example, I was about 2 miles from my office and I received a call about a bill that's due for our office furniture rental. So I reach over, grabbed my corporate charge card and read off the number while I was driving!
Okay, I'm also known for eating and drinking coffee (my car would tell you that wholeheartedly) while I'm driving so this task is not so far fetched. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I've willingly become one of the people who lives a mobile ungrounded existence. I have everything I could possibly need in my car except a washing machine and dryer!
There are other people looking for me, my boyfriend, my parents at 2 am when I haven't come home. My grandmother always enjoys my calls in transit ("Where are you, on the train?"/ "No Gram, I'm crossing a bridge").
The following people are NOT looking for me: The I.R.S; A Jehovah's Witness; My very short list of Ex's. And with that I await my cell to briiing briing again...
Mags
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