The BlackBerry is out until Thursday and that is going to fudge up my attempts to post on my fledgling blog. Armenian Bettie Page at work insists that the new BlackBerry has to be ordered online and synced in-house and that takes days; the much more reasonable alternative of just walking down the street to the T-Mobile store and waiving my warranty to get a new BB (from its stock of nearly 1,000 BlackBerries just like mine) apparently constitutes either surrender of power on her part, or an assumption of power she chooses not to exercise. Either way, going to T-Mobile and simply asking them to replace my defective BB is not an option that will be available to me. Sigh.
Not that there was anything particularly interesting about the commute today. I was late, the train was late (you owe me a cocktail, Annemarie) and the doors were all fouled up on the 5:54 home-- blah, blah, blah. Oh - the ticket man said good morning and made eye contact this morning as he collected which is incredibly pleasant, particularly as I near the end of my Transit Check stash. Those tickets become increasingly dear to me as my supply dwindles and I am looking for any reason not to give them up. It makes me feel better to give it to someone who can put a little effort into his gig.
Expecting delicious tales of anxious people and overcrowded trains tomorrow.
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