Tuesday, October 01, 2002

My Name is Alana and I'm a Cell Phone Addict
Originally Posted: 12/5/2001

I accidentally left my cell phone at home today. I have noticed that throughout the course of the day, the majority of my cell phone use consists of me looking to see what time it is and then checking to see that—in fact, no—I didn’t miss any phone calls since the last time I pulled it out to see what time it was. I should know enough to be ashamed of myself and my cell phone addiction, but I’m just plain not. It’s way too convenient to be ashamed of.

Right now, for example, I would like to know what time it is. And I’d also like to check my home voice mail. If the train were to take much longer to get here I would also use this opportunity to call Dani to make sure she can still feed Elijah next week while I am on vacation.

Since I didn’t have my cell phone I wasn’t able to see what time it was as I went into the room to get my legs waxed. Now I know that I left at 7:00 but I’m not sure what time my appointment started. That leg waxing could have taken anywhere between 1 and 1 ½ hours, I just don’t know!

So now I am getting ready to get my car and drive to the mall to exchange some pants and buy some other things that I don’t need (to support the economy, of course). Do I want to go ten minutes out of my way so I can stop by my apartment to get my cell phone just in case I need to know what time it is while I am shopping? What if I see the perfect Christmas gift for Martha but need to ask her a question about it before actually making the purchase? Huh? What then?