I love my cell phone. It’s nothing special, and I actually opted for a version that doesn’t have the Internet or a camera. I know! I didn’t realize they still made those kind either. Seriously, I don’t need all the fancy gadgets, and I don’t have a huge ‘plan,’ but I have free nights and weekends and enough minutes to use during the day that it’s really pretty inexpensive. (Before you start thinking I’m some technophobe, I do have a Palm Pilot, and I have an IV of the Internet hooked up to my arm 24-hours a day.) I just need the peace of mind that comes with a way to communicate with someone in case of an emergency…or whenever I feel like it…wherever I feel like it.
I used to talk to people on my cell while driving. I have a headset, so I felt that made it better. I used to spend a lot of time in my car, and I felt like the multi-tasking was a necessary evil. I will admit though, that I have *never* answered or made a call while driving with Claire in the car. It’s just too dangerous, and seeing how all the people drive who have cell phones attached to the sides of their heads made me re-think my choices. To me, it’s not worth it with Claire in the car. I don’t spend a lot of time in the car anymore, and I will actually pull over into a parking lot to make a call if I really need to. The few extra minutes are worth it to me.
Oddly enough, I refuse to leave the house without my cell phone. The thought of something happening and having no way to communicate with anyone nearly gives me hives. I’m just really leery about driving when my head is stuck inside my cell phone call.
I watched a Mythbusters (my Inner Scientist loves that show!) episode that pitted cell phone drivers against drunk drivers, and you know what they found? Cell phone drivers were no better! How scary is that? But, I digress…do what you want while driving, just stay out of my way….and please pay attention.
My hubby has successfully avoided having a cell phone. Ever. I’ve had mine since 1999. I got it when my commute jumped to incredible lengths and the thought of sitting out on the side of the road, relying on everyone else having a cell phone was daunting. The first phone I got was HUGE. I could have used it as a weapon, so that in itself made me feel better. The one I have now is quite dainty in comparison. You’d have to poke someone in the eye just right to do any damage.
Anyway, my hubby hates cell phones and always has. He keeps one of my old deactivated ones in his car (along with a charger) just in case he needs to make a 911 call, but that’s it. Even when I was pregnant with Claire he refused to carry one. My doula had one, so I felt no need to panic. My hubby is surrounded by technology all day in his life (he does have a one-way pager, but it has a mind of its own), and knowing I can’t reach him at the drop of a hat actually forces me to think for myself and always have a Plan B ready. And, honestly, I’m okay with that.
I’ve mentioned before that I make a ton of calls every day for my job. How quickly I can finish things up is dependent on how quickly I can reach people. More times than not, the call isn’t clear because the person holding the cell phone is on the move. The technology required to make cell phones work is fascinating, so I understand how difficult it must be to keep a call clear as it’s jumping from one cell tower to the next, but still. It’s frustrating.
To be honest, I’m glad I can reach people at various times of day, but it would be nice to have a nice, clear conversation that didn’t sound like one of us was using a walky-talky. I’m sorry? Over. I didn’t catch that. Over. Are you still there? Over. Can you hear me now? Over. I can kind of hear you. Over. Just repeat that last part. Over. But, at least I’m able to get that call checked off my list and move on to the next one. Oh, I hope this one is a land-line.
Is this what it’s come to? I’m glad to have the option of talking to the people I need to during the day, but when does this become ridiculous? I think we’ve willingly handed over our desire for crisp clear calls in exchange for being able to reach anyone, anywhere. Is this really acceptable?
I remember when the quality of a phone call was important. I remember when a certain phone company had the “pin drop” as part of who they were and it signified the quality of their calls. Oddly enough, you don’t hear that claim touted anymore. Now, the big thing is dropped calls and which services offer the most stable network. Well, maybe it’s just me, but it seems like no one cares about the actually quality of those calls that haven’t been dropped but are hanging on for dear life. Yes, you’re still there, but I can barely hear you. Over.
Don’t get me wrong. Dropped calls are another of my pet peeves. Sometimes, they are especially annoying to me. I’m beginning to wonder if I have latent abandonment issues or an attachment disorder. ARE YOU STILL THERE? I CAN’T HEAR YOU! Oh good. Ithoughtyouleftme. Over.
So, what’s the answer? Being able to make or take a call is a reassuring option, especially in an emergency. (Actually doing so in a polite manner is another blog post in and of itself.) Being able to hear your loved ones just as clearly as if they were sitting next to you on the couch would be awesome. Being able to understand a colleague as though they were sitting in your office would be a welcomed treat.
In the meantime, if I’m not here, you can reach me at my cell. You know, it’s the padded one at the end of the hall.