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The case of the broken crackberrry…er, Blackberry

Categories: Family Life, My Work is Taking Over My Life, Social Life

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BlackberryI got my Blackberry PDA/phone almost a year and a half ago. I can no longer remember whether I knew before I walked into the store that I wanted one, or whether I was simply in the store to get a new phone for either me or my husband. But either way, I walked out with a Blackberry and my husband got my old phone.

My husband has no interest in having a Blackberry. He doesn’t need to be as connected to his email and the Internet as I do. I am self-employed and home-based, so I like staying connected to clients via email. But it’s not that simple. I don’t think my clients necessarily expect to have 24-hour access to me. It is that I like to have 24-hour access to THEM.

I get scolded by friends a lot in social situations for whipping out my Blackberry and checking email, or worse: instant messaging. It’s like a compulsion, a nervous habit. Something to do with my hands. However, it makes me feel, at times, like my life occurs 90% inside my computer (or my little hand-held soul). It’s a tough balancing act. I could leave my Blackberry at home, but then I wouldn’t have a cell phone. I have three children and a husband, so not having a phone with me in this digital age is a major inconvenience, not to mention a major impracticality. The only times I don’t have it nearby are when I am sleeping, showering, or running.

In recent weeks, my beloved Blackberry has been showing signs of weariness, signs of illness, overuse, old age. People tell me they cannot hear me when I am on the phone with them. I have to pop out the battery more and more when the phone freezes up as I am trying to end a call. The new battery is refusing to hold a charge for as long as it should after a day of relative inactivity. Yesterday, I spent two hours online with a technical support representative downloading new sofware, when I know that I am probably going to have to replace my phone. This has led me to do some soul-searching and to ask myself: Do I really need a Blackberry? Does anybody really need to be so connected? Who would it hurt if I didn’t have one? Do I really need to check email during long car trips or in airports? Does anybody besides me really care?

I think having my Blackberry makes me less engaged my in my life. I have been known to check email during movies, at dinners with friends, during baseball games (both professional and little league), while my husband was having hernia surgery, while I am at the pool with my kids, at karaoke, everywhere. It’s rude, it’s compulsive, and I am starting to think that it is more intrusive than it is necessary. One of the ways I know that this is an addiction is that then I start to justify it, tell myself that it’s not hurting anyone. I tell lie to myself that it’s quiet and inobtrusive. And I start to feel a little panicky to think of not having it. I take my purse to the bathroom so I can check it. I am worse than a teenage girl sneaking cigarettes in the bathroom. What would I do every other second without it?

Have you quit your Blackberry? Was it okay? Will I be okay if I quit mine? What is your addiction? What piece of technology or adjunctive to our business can you not live without? And what would you do?

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6 comments so far...

  • The Case of the Broken Crackberry… er, Blackberry…

    If your Blackberry broke, would you replace it? Or would you break free of your addiction?…

    Anonymous  |  June 25th, 2007 at 3:31 pm

  • You hit the nail on the head with your clients not needing access to you 24/7, but that YOU need access to them!

    Great stuff Jen!

    Trudi  |  June 25th, 2007 at 6:44 pm

  • I don’t have a blackberry. I am a Web 2.0 entrepreneur, surrounded by technology, betting my career on it, and I don’t have a blackberry. I did, for years, and gave it up. I get more done, quicker. Everyone who wants to reach me really really badly, does. Nothing has fallen through the cracks (well, nothing major).

    So I vote YES!

    Nataly  |  June 26th, 2007 at 2:28 am

  • This is why I will never buy a blackberry, and why, in fact, I don’t even own a cell phone. It’s bad enough I’m on the computer as much as I am. I am utterly addicted to the internet. I finally got my blogroll down to under 20, but I still check Twitter all the time.

    One thing about starting my own business it’s made me feel less guilty about sitting in front of my monitor.

    Sheryl  |  June 26th, 2007 at 2:59 am

  • My name is Kathy, and I am a crackberry addict. You can see my question over at Susan’s The Working Closet column for proof!

    I do believe that these devices are extremely useful and are not evil. It is our response to them that is evil.

    My husband has one for business (not his idea). Yet he doesn’t have to check it constantly, like I find myself doing. His company is a 24/7 operation, but he understands that he has to be disconnected sometime to keep his sanity. If it’s a real emergency, they’ll call.

    I’ve turned off the e-mail notification during non-business times. The phone can still ring or vibrate, but I don’t have the urge to keep checking.

    Of course, I do spend a lot of free time on my laptop, but at least I’m not being rude to the people around me, as it is so easy to do with the BB.

    KathyK  |  June 27th, 2007 at 2:33 am

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    Work It, Mom! | A Community for Professional Moms  |  June 27th, 2007 at 1:31 pm

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