*Crickets*

1.10.2012 • at lunch time

Yesterday morning I busted my ass took a little tiny spill, and when I did my Blackberry took a swim.
In my head it happened in slow motion, but that’s not how it went down, that sucker flew out of my hand and sank into a huge puddle like a rock in 1/2 a second.

I was too busy to worry about it yesterday, I was bogged down with work.
Once I got ready to leave the office it was a different story.
What if I ran out of gas? I had a full tank.
What if I needed to call JR? I had just talked to him.
What if I had an accident? *knock on wood*

The big question and the reality is, what if I got BORED?
If there’s nothing good on the radio, and if I’ve forgotten my iPod, or it has fallen under my seat again...then what? I call people.
JR is my usual victim pick, if he’s not available I call my cousin or anyone else I can think of at the time.
You’d think that after a day at work being bombarded with emails, and reading blogs, tweets, Facebook other stuff (yes, I love me some STRIKE) I would welcome a quiet ride home, but no.

I made it home with little consequence.
Once there I was alright, except when it came time to check, double check and triple check that my alarm was set.
Insert much whining here..."Honaaaayyy...how am I going to waaaaake uuuuuup???? OMGeeeeee!!!!!”
He said he’d set his phone for me too.
O.K.

I woke up once during the night, but I don’t know what time it was, because my phone was not there, next to me...and I can’t see the alarm clock from my bed...because I’m blind as a bat...which is why I NEED my phone on the night stand!

I don’t know, the replacement is supposed to arrive tomorrow.
Have you ever had a phone actually arrive when they promised? yeah...me either.
What usually happens is, the guy who always leaves the packages on the porch, you know like my new $$$$$ laptop, or a frozen kidney to transplant or something, decides that he needs a SIGNATURE...because OMG it’s coming from Sp*int...it must be very expensive and important.
I’ve driven an hour to pick up a cell phone from the UPS office before, and chased down my female-man too...for a CELL phone!
Can you imagine the lengths I will go to for my beloved alarm clock/security blanket/entertainment center/BFF???
This could get ugly.
I might need to stay home tomorrow...I feel a virus coming on.

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