So last Tuesday, I did the unthinkable. I dropped my BlackBerry in my coffee. And if you know me, you know I’m always on my phone. Talking, texting, checking in, tweeting, blogging. I was actually talking to someone when it happened, and for a few blissful seconds, my phone kept working. But then, silence.
Immediately I called my wireless company hoping- no, praying- that I had been smart enough to purchase insurance. “Of course,” said the nice man from Verizon, “We’ll have your brand new BlackBerry to you by tomorrow.” Thank heaven. Just then a client came into the office, while my co-worker was out to lunch, forcing me to put the Verizon customer service agent on hold. 2 hours later when I remembered my phone call, I rushed back to my land line thinking he might still be waiting. Nope.
With back to back appointments for the rest of the day, 6 o’clock rolled around before I knew it. I told myself I’d call & order my new phone tomorrow. How hard can it be to be without a phone for one day? I have a backup phone with a separate number that has been with me through the ages. I think it’s been my backup phone about 5 times now. Only 6 people have this number. My sisters, my boyfriend, and my parents.
It was a lot easier than I thought. I wasn’t worrying about what my friends were doing on Facebook, who was taking over my mayorships that I had worked so hard to attain on Foursquare, who was texting me to find out where I was or what I was up to. It was so freeing, I put off ordering my new phone for another day. And another day. And here I am, 7 days later, still without my phone.
It has been a quiet & relaxing week.
But now, I am ready to talk, to tweet, to text. I miss my interaction with the outside world. But, it is nice to talk a digital vacation every once in a while. Next time, though, I’ll just turn my phone off instead of dropping it in my latte.