Would that I were Dick Tracy

You ever leave the house without your watch? You know how you keep looking at your naked wrist over and over again as if somehow your arm may have grown a Timex^(tm) out of desperation? Well if there is one techno gadget that is even worse to be without than a watch, it’s the cell phone.

I forgot my cell phone this morning. It’s at home — charging. So I’m sitting here wondering who might be calling, and who I might be calling if only I had my phone. The fact that I have phone on my desk is of little value because 1) It does not contain the numbers of all of my friends 2) my friends do not know it’s number 3) it does not fit in my pocket nor does it play “Hail Purdue” when it rings.

I find myself looking to my wrist watch in hopes that it might out of pity ring….but so far it’s apparently unaware of the problem.

I discovered I’d forgotten my phone this morning just before I walked into the office building. I discovered I’d forgotten it because I was desperately searching every pocket for…my building ID…which I’d also forgotten.

I was standing at the front desk for a while trying to remember the phone extension of someone I know who could come down and sign me in. Thankfully a few minutes later, a co-worker was walking in. Unfortunately co-workers who are walking in aren’t allowed to sign you in. It has to be a co-worker who isn’t walking in. Basically this guy had to walk upstairs put his coat away and then walk back down to get me. (Thanks Orlando).

When I finally made it to my desk — without the aid of a cell phone (which would have been handy to call someone to come sign me in) — I found my building ID. So the good news is I can go to lunch. Maybe I can convince everyone to have lunch at my place and I can pick up my phone.