Reach out and touch yourself

[muckefuck]

It took a week of procrastination and hassle, but my splendid isolation has finally been definitively shattered. In the past 24 hours, I have used my brand-new cell phone to:

• Tell monshu that I love him
• Ask Nuphy if the only strength of vitamin A Walgreens had in stock met his needs
• Make plans for tonight with caitalainn

In my excitement, it's taken me a while to realise that I've been handed a poison apple. It was a super-generous gift, but now I don't see how I can get out of carrying the damn thing around everywhere I go. Plus, I can already feel my tenuous ability to make advance plans growing weaker. I still feel very self-conscious about babbling away in a public place, but how long can that last?

I won't recount the entire series of misadventures and misunderstandings involved in getting my service started, but it did take a half-hour service call to figure out that my account was already active. Still, as the consultant said at the end, "I had fun, you had fun". He probably meant it ironically, but it really was enjoyable. We established a rapport within minutes. ("You have very clear enunciation," he told me. "Been a long night?" I replied. "You can't imagine.") And we were both equally puzzled by the bizarre options in establishing my local service area. They were "Illinois-Newcastle" and "Illinois-Wabash". "Which is closer to you?" he asked, as if that were some kind of a meaningful question.

Before anyone asks, I've considered handing out the number here, but I don't want any FREAKS getting a hold of it. Call me at home and I'll call you with the new number. Those who already have it, distribute it at your discretion.

Comments

[welcomerain.livejournal.com]

mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

[lhn.livejournal.com]

In my excitement, it's taken me a while to realise that I've been handed a poison apple. It was a super-generous gift, but now I don't see how I can get out of carrying the damn thing around everywhere I go.

You can't, of course. :-) But you don't always have to answer it-- a lesson I wish I could commend to certain relatives of mine. (That's why God invented voice mail, after all. And Caller-ID.) Let the phone serve you (and those you care about), and not you the phone, Grasshopper.

Plus, I can already feel my tenuous ability to make advance plans growing weaker. I still feel very self-conscious about babbling away in a public place, but how long can that last?

Well, I've had them for going on eight years now, and I'm still self-conscious about babbling away in a public place. :-) Where possible, I'll try to get to a quiet corner and I try very hard to be aware of how loud my voice is if I can't. (I've been on too many L rides with someone broadcasting their conversation to the far side of the car.)

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Caller ID is a gift from the kind and generous gods of telecommunication.