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They say the first step toward fixing your problem is admitting you have one...
Let me give you a few of my "symptoms":
I get up every morning at 2 am just like clockwork to pee... and I check my email while I''m in there.
I was in the emergency room a few weeks ago for a pain that was so bad I spent 24 entire hours in the fetal position waiting to die... and I successfully negotiated a deal in between the urine sample and the radioactive die MRI.
I once didn''t respond to a client''s email for over an hour because I wanted to get back to my office to look something up before replying... and they called my husband to make sure I was OK.
I was in my best friend''s wedding last month and he suddenly spun toward me at the alter with a horrified look on his face when someone''s phone range because he thought it was mine... and that I would answer.
I spent the better part of a weekend in my SUV with my Crackberry plugged in to the car charger becuase for some reason that was the only charger that would work on the port and I couldn''t get a new Crackberry until the following Monday.
I have considered putting my Crackberry inside two ziplock bags and tucking it inside the top of my swimsuit on vibrate so am sure not to miss a call while I swim laps.
Anybody else out there willing to share their addiction?
Let me give you a few of my "symptoms":
I get up every morning at 2 am just like clockwork to pee... and I check my email while I''m in there.
I was in the emergency room a few weeks ago for a pain that was so bad I spent 24 entire hours in the fetal position waiting to die... and I successfully negotiated a deal in between the urine sample and the radioactive die MRI.
I once didn''t respond to a client''s email for over an hour because I wanted to get back to my office to look something up before replying... and they called my husband to make sure I was OK.
I was in my best friend''s wedding last month and he suddenly spun toward me at the alter with a horrified look on his face when someone''s phone range because he thought it was mine... and that I would answer.
I spent the better part of a weekend in my SUV with my Crackberry plugged in to the car charger becuase for some reason that was the only charger that would work on the port and I couldn''t get a new Crackberry until the following Monday.
I have considered putting my Crackberry inside two ziplock bags and tucking it inside the top of my swimsuit on vibrate so am sure not to miss a call while I swim laps.
Anybody else out there willing to share their addiction?