Since starting my new job at Verizon Wireless, I now know more than I ever wanted to know about cell phones. Still don’t have one of my own, because every time I get my hands on a new training phone, I want it! Just can’t make up my mind.
I feel so fickle. Why, oh why, can’t I settle down with one phone and be faithful? But then, I haven’t even begun to explore the tons of choices in cell phones. The mind boggles.
I keep remembering the phone I grew up with. Phones then could be any color, as long as they were black. It was a heavy clunky thing situated on the desk in my parents’ house in Hooper, and there it stayed. We didn’t even dial–you asked the operator to “Please ring R22.”
Not to mention when Dh was a salesman, he would memorize the locations of phone kiosks along the road. It was so convenient to be able to pull up beside one, reach out the window, and dial–all without leaving the comfort of one’s car. Would wonders never cease?
I love all the new tech things I’m learning on the job.