“I’m on the phone,” I tell my kids while they clamor for my attention.
“I’m on the phone,” I hiss at my stepson when he wants to ask me a question.
“I am ON THE PHONE!” I tell my husband when he starts singing to the kids at the top of his lungs.
My phone. Oh my phone. Not only a phone but email, calendar, reminders, Internet connection and personal assistant (Siri).
Is my phone important to me? You bet. I can’t even drive 1 mile to the store without calling someone real quick or texting. I check my email incessantly through the day. I have to consciously try not to investigate the familiar buzz of incoming email, texts or Facebook notifications when I’m having a face-to-face conversation with another human being. I check my phone walking down the hall, standing in line, eating lunch, listening at boring meetings, riding in the car.
I told my husband this morning that I’d almost rather go to work without pants than without my phone.
I don’t need my pants to be productive at work; I do need my phone.
My pants can’t answer my queries; my phone can.
My pants cannot remind me of important meetings, my phone can.
You get the drift.
All that being said, I am pretty sure I will continue to wear pants to work. And also work on my social skills and etiquette when it comes to constant cell phone checking.
How important is your phone to you?