After (again) reading Cherry’s blog (yes, I have a sometime-blogging friend! An. Actual. Friend I didn’t make while at work!) my heart (again) goes out to her. I was in That Place and Then Some couple years ago. The place where seemingly warm familial relationships get strained and, and – my fork is sticking to the screen. Goodness gracious but it really is – the screen on my cheapo little new laptop-meant-for-Starbucks-use is so super magnetic the fork the barrister has given me for my all-day breakfast wrap (it’s 5.15pm, btw) has migrated over from plate to screen. Fascinating.
Rockstar is of course Little King of my mornings but then I had lunch with ex-colleagues. Six of us, it’s like playing the Kevin Bacon Game, but with banks. WHY doesn’t anyone put together an online game the way people used to put together excel spreadsheets to check big stacks of lottery ticket numbers in the office on a Friday?
I get an SMS from another colleague who’s going for another job interview (we had lunch over the last one) and I call him right back. Because I have downgraded my Nokia E71 to an N82 (last Nokia phone produced with a Xenon flash – for Rockstar pics – and am seriously handbag-space challenged to carry a separate camera) I had to buy off Ebay because Fortress, Broadway, PCCW and Nokia stores in Hong Kong all said they no longer stock it. As luck would have it, it’s an Icelandic phone or something and no one can get it to send a text message. This is of course cringeworthy, eyebrow-raising stuff among ex-colleagues. The one I call right back goes “HOW CAN YOU FREAKING BUY A PHONE THAT DOESN’T SMS? THAT’S NOT A PHONE!!!” Erm, yeah. Raised a few eyebrows at lunch too.
But it’s a wonderful phone conversation. I miss working with some of these people sorely. We should all just start our own little private bank together without some of those losers. Oh wait, someone kinda did that didn’t he? Started work last Monday. Good on you, Someone. Can’t wait to shake your hand.
See, who needs SMS 😉
