Money makes me do stuff
Last Christmas Dr B. gave me a Sony Ericsson K700i. I had been unlucky with my choice of mobile phones in the past (read: could not afford anything produced this century) and it was the perfect present.
Unfortunately, the joystick got stuck pretty soon, Dr B. demanded a replacement and got a refusal, I took out a contract for the first time that came with a free SDA II (T-mobile branding of the HTC Hurricane) which is a little gem of a smartphone, so it was up to me to take the faulty one back to be repaired, and possibly sell it on. So the stuck joystick became one of those sticky items on my to do list that are carried over from week to week.
Last week Dr B. threatened to give me a cheque ripped in two as a Christmas present this year if I did not take the phone to be repaired. I know him, he's dead serious and so capable of doing just that, so this morning I ignored the hale beating against our windows, braved the torrential rain, ventured into town and handed the phone in. As it has hardly been used, I was reassured that quite probably the repair will be covered by the warranty. It took no longer than ten minutes.
At work I would never dream of putting something off for so long, no matter how unpleasant it is, so why do I let this happen in my personal life? Is money (or in this case the prospect of a present-less Christmas) the only motivation I have not to sit on my lazy arse all day?
Wednesday 20 December 2006 at 4:10 pm
I have developed an inability to make phone calls outside work because I have to do it so much at work. I think its like that thing where because you have to be nice at work you find you can't be nice outside - the pressure build up is too great to be nice all the time.