Regular readings of my musing, rants and observations may remember that I deplore cell phones.
I vowed when I walked away as Director of Policy and Operations with the Official Opposition that I would never be on call 24/7 again via a blackberry.
Kristine, my wife, has made me purchase a cellular for emergencies. She likes me to take it hiking, biking, on business trips and the like. I have lost tow, but she keeps ensuring I have one.
Over the past month, I have gotten back into the private sector routine. People want to get a hold of you and using my cellular on a 9-5 basis has become a necessity. I do not text or use it for surfing the web. It is simply a tool for clients to reach me while I am scooting around.
Just prior to the Victoria Day Weekend, I was looking for my phone. I figured I left it at my office, it would turn up. On Thursday, my brother Mike got a call from someone claiming to be with the RNC asking if he knew the owner of a phone with my number attached to it. As a family of practical jokers, Mike just assumed I was putting him on.
On Monday the RNC called me apparently someone had robbed a few cars and when they were arrested my phone was amongst the rascals haul.
Now for the disturbing part. I actually miss the phone. Clients can not reach me. I am anchored to the desk or home.
The RNC say I should be able to collect it on Friday!