Published on 24/06/2015 in Inspire
Until I’m distracted by an unfamiliar ring. It takes a second before I get it; I’m being called on my mobile. That’s not surprising in itself, except that I’ve traded my smartphone for the old phone of my wife, who needed something more advanced in this day and age.
But at least I have a phone of sorts. ‘Unknown number’, I read on the old LCD screen. My contacts are of course in my smartphone and not on my SIM card. “Hello?” After a short silence a man’s voice asks hesitantly if I’m angry. Huh? It turns out to be Jeff , whom I usually greet very cheerfully by his fi rst name when I pick up. Oh well.
No problem, just a slip-up, but the day is still going well. My fi rst meeting. I’m right on time because Outlook alerted me promptly. Everything’s under control. Constructive discussions; short, concise meetings are possible too. No smartphone on hand, so I just walk back to my office. The Outlook popup for my next meeting is already there. I turn out to be eight minutes late already. The location? On the other side of the building. Right next to the room where I was just sitting. Management doesn’t really appreciate my 15-minute delay, I notice this on the basis of a biting comment. I mumble something about no smartphone today, but the damage is already done.
Finally it’s noon. My wife calls. Fortunately I know that because I can just manage to recognize her number. Can I just answer an e-mail she sent me? At my private address. A mailbox that I can only follow on my smartphone. After the bad meeting, my wife turns out to be not amused either.
Once I’ve survived the workday, I hope I can clear my head during a pleasant dinner with friends. I leave without GPS. The way to the restaurant is no problem; I know the city like the back of my hand. Or at least I thought I did. Turn left at the next intersection, and left again at the next street. Suddenly the ‘first left’ seems much further. After left, left and an improvised right I’m completely lost. Half an hour late and more than a lit- tle hungry, I fi nally arrive at the restaurant. I’m greeted by two friends who have clearly already had more than one drink, and the restaurant owner too is ready to get the whole thing going right away. And what will it be for you, sir? “A smartphone and mobile internet, please,” I say.