Spent a fantastic afternoon with family Sunday.
Sun. Sky. The perfect lounge chair. Kabobs. Corn toss. Corona. A cake from Cold Stone Creamery — “Tall, Dark and Handsome” — that would make a bulimic reconsider leaving the table early.
Uncle Tom and I started talking about our BlackBerrys. He has a “Storm.” I have a “Curve.” He likes his. I like mine. Except for one thing — every time you get a text, a message, an email … the little red light at the top of the phone blinks.
“You know what I’m finding I use mine most for?” I said. “Making the f&%#%$ red light stop blinking.”
Tom said a co-worker of his couldn’t stand all the “ringing and dinging,” either.
I’m compulsive about it. The instant the red light blinks, I drop what I’m doing to put my thumb on the track ball and make it stop. I need to get a grip, especially now that I am on Twitter. Twitter notifications, like Facebook and texts and everything else, make the red light blink.
Toronto Maple Leafs goaltenders (league-worst 3.49 goals-against average in 08-09) don’t see this much red.
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Do you remember Cindy Dole? She used to anchor the news with my dad on WWMT in Kalamazoo and now hosts a very successful Home Improvement radio show in Los Angeles. We’ve connected on Facebook and, Sunday, talked on the phone about radio, media and marketing your talent in today’s techno-connected world.
Inevitably, Twitter came up.
Her advice: Get on it.
Since my friend and HR guru Laurie Ruettimann has pounded me over the head with this for months… well… I’m giving it a shot. Like it or not, they’re right. You have to play the game.
P.S. — At the end of the day, I like my BlackBerry. It’s a convenient, necessary tool for the work I do.
2 Comments
July 6, 2009 at 7:32 pm
Well what’s your twitter handle, yo???
July 6, 2009 at 8:15 pm
It’s my full name — rickshanley. (And I linked to it in the post, yo.)