A distraught blogger on GOPness.com begs: Please, NTP, Don’t Take My Crackberry.
I’m begging them – on my hands and knees – not to take away my blackberry… I need it… I have to have it…
I’ll give up my booze… I’ll give up my porn… but please, for the love of god… don’t take it away.
I was in the lunch room at work as people filed in for their morning caffeine. One woman who manages a project looked up as a team member walked in. “Ah, good. My slave is here”, she said, before starting a technical discussion.
Later I asked him if he found that label insulting. He shrugged, “At least she’s not calling me her bitch any more”.