As a vendor in the midst of the holiday crafts fair whirl, sometimes a person can just…lose it. And by lose it, I mean totally air out on where the single most important communication device I own is misplaced.
It was 5:07 pm Saturday evening when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was wondering why I hadn’t heard my musical alarm that I have set for 4:30 from Thursdays to Saturdays to remind me I have to make a phone call to one of my clients. I was so far gone in working on some pattern revisions that I had lost track of, not only time, but my cell phone. That’s when I realized I’d left it in my husband’s car; my husband who had just gone to work; who works for the railroad and is gone for days at a time.
I panicked. I tried to hook up my tablet for phone use, but since my cell phone wasn’t nearby, it couldn’t be activated. Didn’t used to work that way. I remember leaving my phone at a smog inspection station several years ago, and I was able to use my tablet as an emergency phone. What’s up with that, AT&T? Basically, I was dead in the water.
I happen to be of a certain generation that was raised when telephones were hard-wired to the wall with thick cables, connected to a terminal somewhere in the distance, protected by miles of conduits. There was no way to turn it off when you didn’t want to be bothered. If you were taking a shower and heard the phone ring, you jumped out, grabbed a towel (or not), hastily wrapped it around your body to cover your shame and ran to wherever it was located to answer it. Same applied when you were taking a nap – you answered that phone, because you had no idea who was on the other end.
When you left your house, you left your ability to be contacted. No message machines, no call history, no pagers. You were incommunicado – and it was all right. It felt like freedom, knowing you couldn’t be reached.
Fast forward to December 2018, and the loss of the use of the phone feels like losing a limb…or at least, how I would imagine I would feel losing a limb! And it didn’t make sense. Virtually all the programs that I accessed on my phone I could easily manage from my laptop…except, of course, the phone. I didn’t even go anywhere on Sunday, because…you never know when you’ll need your cell, the biggest being, what if I got into an accident? Since when did it become so freakin’ important to have this device? Maybe because, like most of us, I no longer have a landline. I don’t know. I find it disturbing.
What can I do about it? Maybe I should disconnect on a regular basis. Let everyone know beforehand, and just turn the damn thing off. Actually go out and about and leave it at home like we used to do. See how that feels. Naw….I’ll probably continue on as I have been, intertwining my life with devices and apps and games and programs in such a way that it becomes difficult to function otherwise. *sigh*
So, how was your weekend?