Mrs. Magill got a Blackberry for work two weeks ago. It’s really neat. She can send email from meetings, and she feels like she can get work done while she’s stuck in the conference room. Her stress level went down. That’s good.
She has a major release this weekend. She is now receiving a couple of emails per hour, even at night. In the evening, before she goes to bed, she plugs in the blackberry and puts it on the counter in the bathroom, where it sits quietly. Waiting. Waiting for me to come to bed. Then it starts. BUZZZZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ. Once or twice an hour. I think she has an automated system sending her emails, because no sane person (even the guys in San Diego) would be sending her emails at three in the morning.
1:45 AM BUZZZZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ. Robots are breaking into the house (through the bathroom) - no wait - it’s just the Blackberry.
2:30 AM BUZZZZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ. Fang! What’s wrong with Fang? - no wait - it’s just the Blackberry.
3:00 AM BUZZZZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ. The robots are back! - no wait - it’s just the Blackberry.
3:30 AM BUZZZZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ. Whazzat?
4:30 AM BUZZZZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ. Someone’s sending me email. Why can’t I read the email? Oh, yeah. That’s my alarm clock. I can’t read email on that.
By the time I got up at 5:30, I was so pumped full of adrenaline, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
I’m wrapping that frappin’ thing in a towel tonight. Maybe I’ll get some sleep.