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vdanskI cannot destroy my beeper.
Not only is it a requirement of my employment, but I have also promised my husband that, on the day I retire, he may take my beeper out back, prop it against a tree, and shoot it to smithereens.
Tonight, as many nights before, is making that promise a little more onerous.
My beeper worked perfectly from 5pm to 830 pm. I know; I had 7 pages, most during dinner. Then, the beeper became quiet. It was on, sitting a few inches from my hand.
At 10pm my boss called, asking why no one could reach me. The operator and two floors had all tried to beep me.
I called the operator, and asked her to beep me. It went through immediately. I asked the floor to beep me. It, too went through immediately.
Since I did not have the beeper in a lead-lined case (tempting thought!), my conclusion is that this is the work of the technology Demon, angry that after only 3 days of effort and the help of half a dozen friends I succeeded in using cut text in my life journal. Clearly, some comeuppance was required.
To which I reply:
ILLEGITIMI NON CARBORUNDUM!
Not only is it a requirement of my employment, but I have also promised my husband that, on the day I retire, he may take my beeper out back, prop it against a tree, and shoot it to smithereens.
Tonight, as many nights before, is making that promise a little more onerous.
My beeper worked perfectly from 5pm to 830 pm. I know; I had 7 pages, most during dinner. Then, the beeper became quiet. It was on, sitting a few inches from my hand.
At 10pm my boss called, asking why no one could reach me. The operator and two floors had all tried to beep me.
I called the operator, and asked her to beep me. It went through immediately. I asked the floor to beep me. It, too went through immediately.
Since I did not have the beeper in a lead-lined case (tempting thought!), my conclusion is that this is the work of the technology Demon, angry that after only 3 days of effort and the help of half a dozen friends I succeeded in using cut text in my life journal. Clearly, some comeuppance was required.
To which I reply:
ILLEGITIMI NON CARBORUNDUM!
