That old Campaign column about mobiles reprised. Because some people are just soooo curious! :)
Realise I’ve forgotten my mobile. Awareness dawns with an unpleasant feeling of nakedness and exposure. It’s too far back home to go and get it. Decide to go ahead with the day without phone.
Send email to clients and colleagues letting them know. Colleagues start ‘I’ve been trying to call you but…’ jokes.
Realise that I don’t know the number of our Jordanian office. Or my account manager’s mobile number. Put off making call and do job by myself.
Colleague manages (do not ask me how, it still baffles me) to bruise her coccyx. Is in agony, bent over desk in silly posture and laughing helplessly. Reach for phone to take picture. No phone. Damn.
Borrow colleague’s phone to SMS wife and let her know not to call me on the mobile. Struggle without predictive text and unfamiliar handset/interface.
Wife concerned about receiving strange messages from a mobile she doesn’t know.
Client wants to know why I don’t care about their account any more. We last talked at 5pm the night before. No, he hasn’t read his email. Why didn’t I tell him by ‘phone? I just about manage a smile and a cheery word, despite my heart being black.
Have a meeting. Run into traffic, running late. No mobile. Damn.
Get to meeting 30 mins late. Meeting has left the building as he didn’t hear from me and assumed I’d forgotten. Given I have a head stuffed with kapok, this is understandable, if frustrating.
Get back to the office only to find everyone’s ordered lunch without me because I wasn’t answering my mobile. Manage not to strangle someone. I have, after all, been making a huge fuss about it all day. You’d think they’d know by now.
Get around to ordering my lunch from… Go looking for menu because their number’s on the mobile.
Find menu. Number’s changed since then.
Get sandwich from Emarat. I can’t describe this in print because they’d sue.
Apparently my behaviour is unforgiveable. Nobody in the office is talking to me. Day is beginning to look up. Actually get some work done.
Journalist complains to client that I haven’t been answering his calls. Client highly amused. PR less so. Add journalist’s name to the list of those that are first to go come the revolution.
Last meeting of the day. Nothing unusual at all happens.
Get to car, meeting some pals after work. Open door. Mobile, which fell into footwell on way into work, falls out.
Kick car. Hurt foot.