Blackberrys are not a treat

I have a Blackberry phone for work instead of a land line. I have to admit, before I started I thought, "Oh, I'm gonna look so fancy with my special work phone, I'll whip it out on the sidewalk and everyone will think I'm so important and careery." OK, first of all, everyone and their dog has a Blackberry, so you're not the least bit special, and second of all, don't those people that use them nonstop in public just annoy the crap out of you? I just want to shake them and be like, "You're not that important, buddy! The office can get by without you tapping away on that thing during your entire lunch break! The world might even keep turning!" Anyway.

Every once in awhile mine takes it upon itself to randomly call numbers, even those that haven't been programmed into my address book. For example, when I went down to Brazil last year, I locked the keyboard on my 'Berry (yes, I'm that cool that I shorten its name) and put it in my carry on bag. Unbeknownst to me, it proceeded to grab Allison's boyfriend's mother's number somewhere out of the archives of once-upon-a-time dialed numbers and call it. Over and over and over and over, whenever it latched onto a cell phone signal. So I land, and I've got the woman calling me, leaving all these messages saying to stop harrassing her. Then more messages from Allison, because they called her and told her to get me to leave them alone. As if I would ever deign to call those people. I took the battery out for the rest of the trip after that.

Recently a bunch of new people joined the organization where I work, and they got new Blackberrys, of course. What does mine decide to do? Randomly choose one number out of the bunch and call it. Twelve times today, in fact, leaving 12 blank messages. The poor woman called me late this afternoon after she saw the missed calls and said, "Um, Ginger, we haven't talked, but did you need something? I see your number called me 12 times today." People, I didn't even take my phone with me when I left the office at any point today, so it couldn't have gotten jostled in my bag. And I can assure you I didn't place those 12 calls myself. Her number isn't in my phone and has never even been dailed from my phone, so I cannot fathom where the whole thing even came from. But now I look like a crazy person, or at least someone who can't even learn how to use a cell phone.

All I know is I would do just about anything for a land line...