This modern world we live in, with everyone on cell phones and Smart Phones … I hate it. Always did.
I was forced to get a cell phone back in 2001 when I became a certified legal proofreader in New York City. The agency I was with told me that if I wasn’t near my phone when an assignment came in, they’d go right to the next person. (Kind of sounds like dating in high school in the 1970s … if you’re not around for a phone call, would the guy call another girl? Is that why back in the day so many young girls waited by the phones? Sigh … even back then we were ball and chained.)
Well, let me shed some light … even with a cell phone, I did not get the assignments.
Here’s what happened … I missed all the assignments. Even with a cell phone, I was not the type of person to be balled-and-chained to it. I’d hear it ringing, but by the time I fumbled through my purse to pick it up, someone left a message already. By the time I called back, yes, they had given the assignment to someone else.
I had words with the agency, like, “C’mon, this is ridiculous.” So then the agency promised, the next available job is YOURS. All I had to do was go to a company to meet the person in charge and I’d have my first assignment as a legal proofreader in New York City.
I went and the receptionist didn’t let the manager know I was there. Instead she gave me a ton of forms to fill out. By the time I finished, the manager went out the back door and never even knew I was there. I lost out on the job (in NYC).
Now, here’s the catch … THANK GOD, THE ANGELS ABOVE, BUDDHA, THE UNIVERSE … because here’s what happened … the Tuesday that I WASN’T at the job I was supposed to be at because the receptionist screwed up …. our country was attacked. It was 9/11. Not a day you want to be stranded in NYC.
I sighed with relief, not only that I didn’t get that job, but all the ones before it that I missed out on, because I would have been working in NYC and stuck there during the most devastating tragedy that happened in our lifetime. I’ve been spared by a higher power not to be a first-hand witness to that. (Though I did go to NYC a week later to make peace with it … somehow).
How crazy that I had been working in NYC for the past three years prior and made one wrong move to another job in the Hell’s Kitchen area that didn’t work out and I was unemployed for several months and during that time is when I became a certified legal proofreader in NYC.
All that time I was working and playing in NYC, constantly, even house sitting … and then the worst day of the life of a New Yorker, I wasn’t in the city at all.
ALL BECAUSE I AM NOT CHAINED TO A CELL PHONE!
So what was my destiny?
While I give major kudos to each and every New Yorker and everyone who continued to work in NYC after 9/11, I chose a different path. I decided to find a job in New Jersey. One month and a few days after 9/11 I was hired as an editorial assistant for The Montclair Times, stayed there for eight years, became an award-winning journalist, interviewed many famous people and worked for other magazines and newspapers while I was there. And even ended up writing a book about my journey: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/162903908X
I’m sure many people will read this and think nothing of it and still continue to live life with their noses stuck in their phone and their fingers prancing on super high speed like a prima ballerina on crack … BUT if I can change ONE life with this message, my work is done.
If just one person reads this and says, “Hey, let me spend some quality time with my family and put my iPhone away” or “There’s more to life than what’s inside this ugly little device” my work is done.
Now, you tell me, what is more important now? Being the first to find out about a party via your fingers talking? Or letting the angels guide you to something much more thrilling than you could ever have imagined?
If I answered my cell phone like most people, I would have never became an award winning journalist, I would have never wrote my book (and now a second one) and I would have never started my own business.
SO PUT THE SILLY LITTLE PHONE DOWN AND LIVE!
And I promise you a miracle will happen, like it did to me!