My New Love/Hate Relationship

I joined the world of working adults a couple months ago and very quickly discovered the secret to being a businessman/businesswoman. You might be as disappointed as I was to find that it is not, in fact, some sort of elite wisdom about the world. The secret actually revolves around the obsession with a single all-powerful, all-knowing little device: the Blackberry. Thanks to this nifty little machine, there is no longer any such thing as work life or personal life. It's all crammed together in some kind of 24-hour portable cyber-life via the Blackberry.

At first I was a little bit horrified at this discovery, and I kept thinking how I never wanted to hand over my soul to this deathly little thing. Then after a few weeks, I decided that Blackberrys are actually sort of cute, and maybe even useful. I almost ordered one, but it fell through at the last minute. I took this as a sign that the Blackberry and I are just not destined to be together. And then I had a few really crummy weeks in Businessland, during which time I decided that Blackberrys are definitely an evil, unnatural creation, and I thanked the universe for not sending one my way. And then I was riding the bus yesterday when I saw a young, perfectly-nice-looking girl pull a titanium Blackberry Curve out of its cozy little pouch. It just looked so shiny and harmless. So I decided right then and there that I wanted one after all. The same one, actually. So now I've ordered one, thus beginning what will likely turn out to be a powerful love-hate relationship. Don't judge me.

I am, however, vowing to keep my work life away from the Blackberry. No work e-mail, no fancy over-priced internet plan, no co-workers ping'ing me at ungodly hours of the night. Just a fun, innocent toy to satisfy my love of texting and double as a backup alarm clock. (Let's hope I don't drop it on the ground like I did to my iPod on the way home today...)

By the way, I just discovered that there is a Facebook fan page called "I Text in Awkward Situations." Um I'm pretty sure I have done this. See, Blackberrys might be useful for something.

And also, I think I have made friends with bus driver who drives the 6:40 bus leaving from Copley Square. He's super nice and he waits very patiently while I fumble through my bag in the dark looking for my bus card. He even let me ride for free on day when I couldn't find it. Today I left work a little early and got on a different bus, but I saw Mr. 6:40 on his break and he waved at me. What a nice guy. Too bad the 6:12 bus driver is not nearly as friendly. He drives like a maniac and never waits for stragglers to get on. What a difference 28 minutes can make.