Spilled a bottle of water on my Blackberry this morning and now it’s totally locked up. Dead. This could possibly be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me while traveling. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. Where is my fucking Xanax? I should take a cue from the girl in this ad for JBS men’s underwear- she looks pretty relaxed.
So JetBlue’s going to let you use your wi-fi BlackBerry on flights now for email and IM? How great is that? It used to be I was chomping at the bit on cross-country flights to check my email for things like this:
“I enjoyed meeting your client Jennifer last night. I bet she’s fun in the sack.”
From one of our account guys. Really. This is why there’s Push, I’m sure of it.
(via The Consumerist)
Yes, that’s how old I’ll be this week. Gaaahh. Ok, reverse the numbers and you might be getting closer. No, that’s the number of emails I got from our managing director by 10am this morning. And then with the slew of reply alls, I think my Blackberry is starting to smoke. However, I think he’s in a fairly good mood, which is rare, so I’m not that irritated by it. One of them actually said, “Great job on turning Client X into an AOR relationship. I really appreciate all the hard work you and your team put in.” That’s the second email this week I’m going to have dipped in gold. Good start to the weekend. Now if I could just shake this headache, I’ll be all set.
Why do I tell clients they can call me anytime, day or night? Because I’m a goddamn workaholic, that’s why. Eleven o’clock last night, my blackberry rings – don’t recognize the number, but the area code is from Seattle, so I assume it’s a friend of mine calling from a different number. No. Of course not. It’s frat boy calling from a hotel room with a request for new demographic research by Wednesday – and proceeds to talk for an hour. So Trey, my on-the-way-to-work playlist this morning is dedicated to you. Jackass.
Last week, when I was on my worthless vacation, our VP of Client Services called and emailed me incessantly. Yesterday morning, he left for a long weekend at Atlantis (this choice of vacation destination completely explains him), so I sent him a few emails. 62 to be exact. Today is phone call day. I predict I will have a crisis this morning that can’t be resolved without an hour long phone call to him. I realize this is going to start a vicious circle of vacation intrusion, but it has to be done. Besides, next time I’m leaving my Blackberry at home.
