This time we were watching Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? FLEET WEEK! Rah.. /roll eyes. As all the ironic moments in my life, the contestant on the TV was a sailor. I was being tortured by the tv, which is a normal occurrence when I visit medical. 20 minutes longer I had to endure AFN programming and commericals (which are a level of special that most non-military related folks will never experience).
When I went to medical the week prior to the William/Kate Royal Wedding it was on some morning talk show and I had to endure 2 blow out bimbos talking about the wines that were going to be served at the wedding, which of course included a taste test and 2 options that they had to choose which wine would be served. WHO THE FUCK CARES?!?! Apparently millions of Americans cared. Siiiiiiiigh.
And I considered a solution to this common problem, entertainment. Everyone around me was staring at their little entertainment nuggets, aka their cell phones/idevice. Where was my cell phone? Everyone who knows me, knows that Teh Megan always has a cell phone. Well, I work in a place that doesn't allow cell phones, so often, my phone is either in my car or at my apartment (when I'm at work). And then I thought, what about the iTouch? Well, it, too, was in the car, because my work place doesn't allow removable media either, and bringing it to the building to put in a box for the day means the possibility of forgetting it at work.. and after 12 hours of being at work, then the 5 minute walk to the car, if I forget the touch, I ain't going back to get it, and that means 2 trips (although short) without muzaks, and thats the dumps.
There was a point in my life that I didn't BREATHE without the aid of my cellular device. Since high school, I sleep with my phone beside me. Mostly due to the fact that my cell doubles as my alarm clock, but also because Teh Megan
|See how the phone is laying on me? |
That's the way it should be.
After I got to a/c school in VA Beach, I wasn't allowed to have my phone with me during school, so it got left in my room or in my car (when I could drive). It was a very hard separation process, but my phone was always on me when I could have it. Crackberry? Yes, I had a problem.
|Guantanamo Bay, Cuba (google images)|
Then came Bahrain. Because we're such a big deal here, everyone has to have a working recall number. You have to answer the phone when someone calls you. Otherwise, you aren't accounted for, and thats UA, shipmates and battleships and homies. I hate having a cell phone now, and not carrying it with me where ever I go is a relief.
|me after enduring AFN programming (google images)|