I have finally taken the plunge and joined the ranks of those whose pockets vibrate, whose briefcases sing funny songs and whose attention spans while driving are slightly less focused than everyone else's.
That's right, I got a cellular phone.
How could someone take this long to get around to it you ask, especially when they work for themselves? The answer is: I live in Vermont. Some of you may not have heard that the entire state of Vermont has been placed on the National Register of Historical Places. Having a cell phone here is a decided luxury.
However, since my wife and I do travel a bit and since coverage improves here day by day (and is actually quite good in the area around my house), I think it makes a lot of sense. Now, armed with my laptop and my cell phone, I can go anywhere (mostly) and do the work that I want, where I want. That's a good feeling.
Posted by steve at June 8, 2004 10:44 AMAnd do you remember to take it with you whenever you go out? In our household it's a strongly sex-linked trait.
Scene 1 (as He is leaving)
She: Have you got your phone?
He: Oh, sorry, no. I left it upstairs, I think. Can you get it for me?
She: *Mmmmmph*
Repeat Scene 1 many times.
Scene 2 (as She is leaving)
He: Have you got your phone?
She: *stifling a "duh"* Of course; why do you ask?
He: Because you always ask me when I go out.
She: *Mmmmmphh*