I love gizmos and gadgets and I'm constantly amazed by the incredible things that can be done with communications technology. Unfortunately, there is a dark side to this amazing stuff, too. My Blackberry, which is a truly modern marvel, has become the bane of my existence. Why? Because some doofus has accidentally programmed my cell number into his or her fax machine, modem, or other automated gadget.
Need to take a shower? Unknown Number calls six times. Taking a dump? Unknown Number calls 15 times. Sleeping at night? Fageddaboutit, Unknown Number calls 62 times. My personal record is one day on which Unknown Number called me over 100 times.
As much as I despise the faceless doofus who started this, I reserve a superspecial dollop of vicious, white-hot hatred for my cell provider. Whom, amazingly enough, has no way to tell me who Unknown Number is. For god's sake, how can a phone company be unable to verify what number is calling me? Didn't they know it at the time they connected the damn call? Don't they have some freaking computers with databases and crap like that? But no...their only solution to this problem is, Hey, we can change YOUR phone number. Thus forcing me to change my business cards, my email tags, call everyone I know with my new number, etc., to say nothing of all the computerized records companies have with my number in it.
Maybe I can still get my trusty old beeper back.
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