Scared Bunny: Blackberry

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Blackberry

Monday, June 11, 2007

I do not have a Blackberry. I don't want one. My hands are too freaking small and I have no desire to feel like I have a calculator pressed to my ear,

But my boss has one.

Good news: He gets email wherever he is

Bad news: He always breaks the damn thing.

Even better, he manages to break (or lose) it after I have just gotten a message from him saying to call him on it. So his voicemail is filled with things like "Umm, you told me to call you.", "Where are you?", Do you have any mules for sale?"

I love technology, but you should need a permit for some things, kinda like my proposed spandex license.