Every morning on the bus I see Working Girls on their Blackberries e-mailing their co-workers or playing Brick Breaker. Every morning on the bus I give those Working Girls dirty looks because I am jealous. When I see a Working Girl with a Blackberry, I think that she must be important and she becomes somewhat of a Working Girl Idol. "I want to be like her one day," I think.
Well, one day happened. Last Friday, I got a Blackberry and immediately felt more cool and more important. Every time I've pulled it out of my purse, I've felt like a powerful Working Girl. Now, I really shouldn't have felt this way because the only reason I received a Blackberry is for my upcoming business trip to South Africa. For one month, my personal cell phone has been replaced with a new Blackberry.
I oohed and ahhed over my shiny silver phone for the entire afternoon on Friday. I checked my e-mail over and over and over again all weekend. I'm finally making some progress on my Brick Breaker score. And now I'm sick of it. Every part of it (except for Brick Breaker). Sunday morning, it rang several times to notify me of a new e-mail. Why Sunday morning? Because apparently that is when American Express chooses to e-mail my company card transactions for the week (and my new bosses' and my old bosses'. I received A LOT of e-mail).
Last night after work I received an e-mail from a client telling me they get something approved by the time I need it approved (typical). Since I'm behind on this project already, having another setback put me in a frustrated and annoyed mood. I then took out my frustration and annoyance on my Working Boy.
Why don't I just not check my work e-mail? Because nothing bothers me more than having a number next to my inbox. And if I don't open it, it'll just make me more anxious and stressed about going to work the next morning.
Why don't I just turn the pretty little Blackberry off? Because it also serves as my personal cell phone. My LG Chocolate won't make calls or send text messages. I'm stuck with the Blackberry.
My boss saw me on Friday ooihng and ahhing over my Blackberry and she said that maybe after the trip, I could get a permanent one (that isn't also my cell phone). In some cases, like working events or assisting with a video or photo shoot that keeps me away from desk all day (this happened 3 times in my first two weeks of my marketing assistant career) having a Blackberry makes sense. But as fun a Brick Breaker is, I just don't think I want a Blackberry of my very own.