Like many FOF women, I grew up in business learning to cultivate and value relationships. I talked on the phone–actually talked–to clients and potential clients. I traveled to meet them face to face and to learn about them and their companies. We enjoyed dinners together, and even a few martinis. We found things to enjoy about each other. That went hand in hand with a successful business relationship. It was fun.
Now I have a relationship with a rectangular black object. I can’t leave a room without it. It lays next to me on the night table as I sleep. It’s the first thing I grab when I wake. I would be lost without it. Lonely and disconnected. If it isn’t talking to me, I want to know what’s wrong. If it talks to me too much, I wish it would stop. It has the power to make me happy. Also, very, very sad.
0 Responses to “The object of my disaffection”
Maureen@IslandRoar says:
You know I just got back from 4 days with my family in the NH mountains. I checked my email twice and never used my cell phone. My kids were far more plugged in. It was lovely!
Geri says:
Hi Maureen,
Happy New Year!
Geri
Geri says:
Hi Kirin,
I am laughing out loud. I call mine on the phone when I can’t find it. From now on, I’m going to try to let it stay lost!
Geri
Kirin says:
I have that kind of relationship with mine too, love hate, hate love, need you, can live without you,can’t live without you and that’s on a good day, most days I can’t even remember where I
left the darn thing. On those days I just make a nice cuppa and go sit somewhere with a good book. It’ll surface somewhere soon enough and the whole cycle will start all over again.