at&t Lorena Bobbitt’d me!

I had to come to some hard realizations about my life over the weekend. They say the first step in dealing with a problem is admitting it…so here goes…Hi, I’m Jason, and I’m a technoholic.

Yeah, I know…my cell phone is pretty much ALWAYS with me. I like to text, oh god do I like to text. I’m not opposed to talking on the phone, I have no aversion to communication involving actually vocalizations. But sometimes, it’s just so much easier, quicker, more convenient, and in a lot of ways, less intrusive to send a text message.

So on the way down to Milford (little mud hole of a town I grew up in for the most part), I got about 15 miles west of Beaver and lost ALL cell phone coverage. Zip, zilch, nada, NOTHING! My first though, my phone was broke or just needed to be turned off and back on again. 37 times I tried this. 37 times, it failed.

I can’t be stuck in Milford without any avenue of communication to the outside world. So, I call up at&t’s customer service. Nice people, but pretty much worthless. The problem, well, when at&t took over Cingular not so long ago, they didn’t keep up Cingular’s partner contracts, and so the partner towers I had used every other single time I’d been in Milford, no longer picked up my signal and plugged me in to my LIFE, my life you hear me???

Good thing the relatives next door had wireless internet access…at least I could e-mail and bitch about my situation, right? Because carrying around my laptop is really comparable to carrying my itty-bitty-tiny cell phone, isn’t it? Yeah, I thought so too.

Now there, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? Do you think they have a 12-step program for my technology, staying ‘plugged in’ addiction? All I can think of in response to that is an old Barbara Mandrell song, “(If Loving You is Wrong) I Don’t Want to Be Right”. I like always having my phone with me. I like being able to talk/text anytime, anywhere (except in the movie theater…turn the phone off dammit!). So I guess I’ll live with my addiction, live with it one day at a time (except when I go to Milford apparently)