e-tarded

Today’s post is all about my fabulous, new life-controlling device called a CrackBerry. I refuse to refer to it by its regular name because that one way more accurately describes it.

As a member of Generation Y, I will admit to loving the feeling of being constantly e-connected to all my e-friends and e-family. However, as awesome as it is to be able to check my personal and work (gag) e-mail at the touch of a button no matter where my e-travels take me, I discovered after my first night with it that it is ever-so-slightly e-nonnying because EVERY time I received an e-mail my phone chirped and woke me up.

First of all, I am far from a light sleeper—I’d be the girl you see on the news who died because they slept through a hurricane and flash flood combination and nobody woke her up. However, back around January when I finally accepted that I had to have a “big-girl job” in order to survive, I started using my old cell phone’s alarm to wake up in the morning. I don’t know if it’s a Pavlovian response, but every time my new CrackBerry beeps at night I freak out and bolt awake because I think I’ve slept through my alarm and it’s ten in the morning. Even though it’s still dark outside. Go figure.

So sure, CrackBerries do live up to the hype. And while I’m addicted to it now, be sure to ask me again a few months down the road after many nights of sleep interrupted by intermittent beeping at four in the morning just because I got a spam e-mail from monster.com about a fabulous new job as a Bingo Research Technician. And, one would think, I could simply set it to silent for e-mail notifications and to ring for incoming calls. But you’re talking about the girl who took three hours to figure out how to put this thing on vibrate yesterday, so who knows how many weeks that will take!

Stay tuned!