The devil and all his works
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smokingbootStudied Gestalt therapy last night. Interesting. We worked with rocks. I am the Happy Whale.
This class is full of excellent people and some are becoming chums. One such gave me a present she'd been saving for me, something she said she would never use, it had been given to her and sat in a box for months; an Orange mobile phone. She is so kind, but this fills me with dread.
I have had a mobile phone before; you know what? These things are only good for when you are trapped down a mine or something, and the rescuers above can find you via the signal. Otherwise, they are just tags on you. Anyone can call you at any time, and they will. If your phone is switched off, you are to blame for them not being able to reach you. You miss calls and it feels like something terrible must have happened, cos hey, first they tried your landline then they tried your mobile. It must be important. God, it's horrid.
No-one talks on phones, I certainly can't. It's the lukewarm porridge of communication, OK for when there's no other way. Let's talk face to face, or let's write stuff down, both funky and accurate ways of expressing oneself. Let's use the phone for emergency chumship and quickfire arrangements. Much more civilised.
I had a vodaphone given to me by a friend most excellent, years ago. I believe it was a combination gift from several beloved chums, but she was the originator and most ardent supporter of the idea. For the first 12 months there was some kind of deal that saved me lots of money or something, I don't know, cos I mainly used the phone for calls from her saying 'Are you using the phone I gave you?' After that, it snowballed into a permanent drain on my account. 'You have to shop around for the right deal,' she would say, but I hate shopping and comparing savings and all that kind of stuff. I just couldn't be arsed. And Vodaphone were arses themselves to deal with. No, I was grateful when it ended.
And now it starts again.
The thing lies sleeping in its box down in the front room. I am ignoring it.
This class is full of excellent people and some are becoming chums. One such gave me a present she'd been saving for me, something she said she would never use, it had been given to her and sat in a box for months; an Orange mobile phone. She is so kind, but this fills me with dread.
I have had a mobile phone before; you know what? These things are only good for when you are trapped down a mine or something, and the rescuers above can find you via the signal. Otherwise, they are just tags on you. Anyone can call you at any time, and they will. If your phone is switched off, you are to blame for them not being able to reach you. You miss calls and it feels like something terrible must have happened, cos hey, first they tried your landline then they tried your mobile. It must be important. God, it's horrid.
No-one talks on phones, I certainly can't. It's the lukewarm porridge of communication, OK for when there's no other way. Let's talk face to face, or let's write stuff down, both funky and accurate ways of expressing oneself. Let's use the phone for emergency chumship and quickfire arrangements. Much more civilised.
I had a vodaphone given to me by a friend most excellent, years ago. I believe it was a combination gift from several beloved chums, but she was the originator and most ardent supporter of the idea. For the first 12 months there was some kind of deal that saved me lots of money or something, I don't know, cos I mainly used the phone for calls from her saying 'Are you using the phone I gave you?' After that, it snowballed into a permanent drain on my account. 'You have to shop around for the right deal,' she would say, but I hate shopping and comparing savings and all that kind of stuff. I just couldn't be arsed. And Vodaphone were arses themselves to deal with. No, I was grateful when it ended.
And now it starts again.
The thing lies sleeping in its box down in the front room. I am ignoring it.
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Phones
Date: 2005-10-19 12:54 pm (UTC)Re: Phones
Date: 2005-10-19 02:04 pm (UTC)Pay as you go might be the sensible option. Chum said the sym(sp? I don't know!) is in there somewhere, but I have no clue what to do with it.
Re: Phones
Date: 2005-10-19 02:40 pm (UTC)