I've become someone I hate.
One of those people who walk around aimlessly with electronic devices attached to their ears. One of those people who talk with so much passion and volume that you would think they were solving world hunger or leading America out of a recession. One of those people who look like they're in a Corporate Star Trak episode. One of those people like Busta Rhymes. I've deeply hated those people for so long; and now I hate myself.
My berry volume is incredible low. I think it happened while eating with my blackberry on the table. I was mixing honey in my tea to help my sore throat and it got all over the device. Now people can hear me clear but they sound like trapped 8 year olds in a 100 foot deep pit. So I borrow Mike from The Famous Firm's bluetooth headset (he uses it for driving) last night. Eureka! It works like a charm. I can hear everyone now! But now I'm a slave to the it. The bluetooth has a Mike Tyson bite on my ear and refuses to let go. I refuse to buy blackberry #8 or even send it back for a new one.
For now, I'll just accept this horribly annoying creature I've become. Not going to get another phone until the touch screen blackberry drops. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll send it back to get fixed while recovering from my root canal Wednesday.
I'll keep you posted. Feel free to leave ideas in the suggestion box below.
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