As I prepare to shut down, the forever signature, or maybe it's a Zillow thing, but at the bottom of the realtor’s email the line speaks to me, volumes, and I think yes, shut down.
“Reply within 10 minutes for best results.”
I’m reminded of that day way back when, when pocket pagers came to be.
I said, no thanks. I had no interest, none, in having my employer page me when I was not at work. The physicians all had them, had to have them, had to be on call.
I wonder what people did before pagers, maybe stayed home and were on call. In fact I know that's what they did, I'd worked for an answering service. I had no interest in on call, at all.
I’m reminded of the first big bulky cell phones, expensive, heavy, not all that wide ranging, we were require to check one out, had to have it on hand alone in the desert, in case of emergency. Of course the day I used it and said it’s too f**king hot, I’m dying, I was told to stick it out, so go figger.
I wonder what people did before cell phones; either died or stuck it out, I guess.
I’m reminded of the first lightweight cellphones, the ones first a few then half, then all the kids at school had, am reminded of the kids calling the minute they got out of class, calling their BFF to let her know that she was out of class now, and walking to her next class.
I wonder what people did before cell phones; probably just walked to class.
Now mostly the kids just stare at them, all day, every day, look for a place to plug in, their thumbs so dextrous it’ll undoubtedly have anatomical evolutionary impacts, it will become a trait tied to fitness, thumbing, not like Cowgirls with the Blues, but another thumbing, unless the technology changes.
It always does.
I’m reminded of the woman I roomed with in Bali, the end of her love affair that came when she failed to answer her lovers call when he called, not some mating call, unless unique ringtones might count as such, not that he ended it for her failure to answer, but she ended it for his failure to trust or offer her one hour of freedom from her cell phone.
For best results in selling my house, I imagine I should actually turn on my phone, check in on the email 5 times a day, reply within ten minutes, follow the lead of that realtor I just responded to. Be on call.
I don’t want to. I’m going to go play in the yard for a while, instead. The cell phone is not coming along.