So maybe we’re all a little guilty of it. A meeting is droning on and on, and you’re wondering why you were even invited, so your phone creeps out for a quick e-mail check. Next thing you know your boss’ boss is repeating your name to get you to snap out of your crackberry den while you’re texting about dinner plans.
Smartphones: The New Heroin.
In my construction meetings this happens every day, and the culprits are surprising. Almost always it’s the ‘higher ups’ with their noses buried in their Blackberries, nimbly wailing on those miniscule keys like their lives depended on it. Do they think it makes them look important? Are they driven to the crackberry by the dullness of the meeting or is it legit?
But more than the executive director, I always wonder what that NYPD sergeant is tapping out. Surely he’d say it was some highly confidential criminal-management communiqué. But when the meeting leader starts repeating his name, the sarge can barely look away. Obviously he’s looking at porn.
Most amusingly, I’ve seen a representative from an integral city agency typing on his crackberry WHILE GIVING A PRESENTATION. Damn that must be an important message. Probably something about a traffic signal going out, or a bicyclist struck by a wilding Access-a-Ride driver (‘driver’ is a loose term; ‘kamikaze’ is more fitting). No wait, they don’t take immediate action about such things….
Regardless, the cacophony of teeny ticking keys gives me bountiful food for speculation. The most consistently recurring thought: What did people do before ‘smart’ phones numbed their brains?
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