Blackberries
I got a promotion at work. Our wireless manager is headed for England and they needed a wireless person. So, meet Roger's new Wireless associate. I'm glad they didn't offer a managerial position, because I would have had to say no. That implies a level of permanence that I'm not comfortable with. I WILL NOT be working at Rogers in five years time. Nuh frickin' uh. But still, hooray! And I get a new shirt *g*
Anywho, as part of my new position, my manager gave me a blackberry. Not to keep, but to 'fool around with' (cue porn music). He's decided that since I have no idea how to work/use/sell data products, I should do that, stat.
Can I say now, and for the record: I hate the fucking blackberry. To be fair, there are many cool features, like a good version of brickles (the one on my iPod sucks). You can type memos and IM people and keep your schedule. And those qualities, except brickles, are exactly why I hate it. People are so fucking rude when they have a blackberry. They think having one gives them an excuse to message people during meetings, email during conversations, and surf the web under the table when they think no one's looking. Drives me nuts. My uncle has one and he's attached to it. He'll run down from the shower and check it, just to make sure nothing earth shattering happened in those 10 minutes. This little navy-blue handheld has made slaves of business people everywhere. Know what? Unless a missile is launched, nothing is so dire that it can't be dealt with later that day, or even the next day. And if a missile is launched? Well, you're fucked anyway.
I've been playing around with it for the last couple days, and it's a pain. The controls are super complicated and they're not explained in the booklet that comes with it. It took me an hour to figure out how to control the cursor and another hour to figure out how to select something I had the cursor over. Then, once I had selected it, came the task of using the application. Burn. In. Hell. Blackberry.
There's a customer who comes into our store every two weeks and drops a $1, 500 check for his blackberry bill. Holy crap! While he's tossing money around, if he wants to pay my rent this month . . .
But, I will give the stupid device this: I am going to make crazy-ass commission off selling it. And brickles is pretty fun.
Anywho, as part of my new position, my manager gave me a blackberry. Not to keep, but to 'fool around with' (cue porn music). He's decided that since I have no idea how to work/use/sell data products, I should do that, stat.
Can I say now, and for the record: I hate the fucking blackberry. To be fair, there are many cool features, like a good version of brickles (the one on my iPod sucks). You can type memos and IM people and keep your schedule. And those qualities, except brickles, are exactly why I hate it. People are so fucking rude when they have a blackberry. They think having one gives them an excuse to message people during meetings, email during conversations, and surf the web under the table when they think no one's looking. Drives me nuts. My uncle has one and he's attached to it. He'll run down from the shower and check it, just to make sure nothing earth shattering happened in those 10 minutes. This little navy-blue handheld has made slaves of business people everywhere. Know what? Unless a missile is launched, nothing is so dire that it can't be dealt with later that day, or even the next day. And if a missile is launched? Well, you're fucked anyway.
I've been playing around with it for the last couple days, and it's a pain. The controls are super complicated and they're not explained in the booklet that comes with it. It took me an hour to figure out how to control the cursor and another hour to figure out how to select something I had the cursor over. Then, once I had selected it, came the task of using the application. Burn. In. Hell. Blackberry.
There's a customer who comes into our store every two weeks and drops a $1, 500 check for his blackberry bill. Holy crap! While he's tossing money around, if he wants to pay my rent this month . . .
But, I will give the stupid device this: I am going to make crazy-ass commission off selling it. And brickles is pretty fun.