Today: A love letter to my BlackBerry.
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Dear BB,
You absolutely cannot break this week.
I know that’s no way to begin a love letter, but you’re all business and I wanted to be sure to cut to the chase, just in case you’re about to “remind” me that I am late for a meeting. That was held four weeks ago. You seem to be powering down quite a bit lately, and your calendar feature seems to think it’s 1984. I’ve watched you plummet from my desk more than once this week, though it’s only Monday. Perhaps that explains the time travel.
Don’t give up now.
Speaking of giving up, though, you’ve dropped so many calls that my mom surely thinks I’ve been hanging up on her on purpose. I haven’t. You’re a cheeky fellow. Dropping that call between me and AT&T when I finally reached a customer service person to complain about my lack of reception in my condo was especially clever. I appreciate your proving my point for me.
Still, I’d be lost without you. Sort of (your GPS feature never really worked). Without you, I’d only be able to get in touch with a few people (remember when we actually knew phone numbers?), and those few people don’t want to hear from me… because I keep inadvertently hanging up on them. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to Tweet cute pictures of my dog, or edit spreadsheets on the road (amazingly, these features do work). I wouldn’t be able to take business calls from people who somehow acquired my cell phone number. And need to speak to me. At 6:45 in the morning.
You’re no longer much of a looker, but I suppose I am partly to blame. Your back cover keeps popping off, and I am sorry about the piece of duct tape I stuck in there to keep you closed. There’s nothing chic about that, I realize. You’ve seen better days.
I am, however, hopelessly devoted to you. A sixty-five year old man trapped in a twenty-nine year old woman’s body, I am a BlackBerry in a world of iPhones. I don’t need to play games involving angry birds, or check the weather, or get restaurant recommendations. I need to write curt emails, open documents on a screen so small that I’m forced to carry a monocle in my pocket protector, and– get this– make telephone calls. That’s why you and me are a perfect match.
I promise things will get better. Like, when I find my charger, for example. Or, um, when I upgrade to a newer model next week. In the meantime, this is one of the most important weeks of my professional career. So, please. Please. Hang on for seven more days.
Love always (or, until you get recycled),
Elizabeth
Also On Tap for Today:
- Playoff soccer game! 🙂
- I wish I was eating BlackBerry cupcakes (yes, multiple) right now
- Have an old phone to donate? This local teen founded Cell Phones for Soldiers and does incredible work
If you were a phone, which would you be?
Comments (7)
Amy
March 28, 2011 at 7:40 pm
I feel your pain… I have a Blackberry graveyard in my kitchen drawer.
Michelle
March 28, 2011 at 9:12 pm
I also love my Blackberry, but we also get into fights. Our biggest issue is with the trackball… its like BB’s annoying friend that keeps getting between us. I would totally be a BB if I were a phone!
Kelly
March 29, 2011 at 11:33 am
I love my blackberry…since it went through it latest update (a few months ago) it has worked flawlessly! Although my husband didn’t get the update so I am not sure what that was about. Yes it sucked having to change all my ring tones and learn a new layout but now I am loving it!!
Jeff
March 29, 2011 at 2:45 pm
LMAO! You are so effin’ funny, Elizabeth.
I hope your important week goes very, very well. 🙂
Annelise
March 30, 2011 at 5:41 am
As someone who has duct taped the mirror to her car, I appreciate that you taped your phone together.
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