Gushings (NaBloPoMo Day 20)
Working in a sea of cubicles, I realize now how precious my iPod is to me. When I forget and leave it at home, I hear my boss go on about her upcoming wedding. Sure, I’m happy for her, but I don’t want to hear about it daily. When I forget my iPod at home, I am forced to listen to our Sales VP drop F-Bomb after F-Bomb while talking to his buddies/co-workers/clients, whomever he feels comfortable talking to that way. Which I would guess would include his own grandmother. I am forced to listen to the group having its potluck in the conference room right across from where I sit. The printer, that sits right behind me, constantly killing trees.
When I do remember to bring in my iPod, it’s wonderful bliss. I can listen to what I choose and be free from all distractions. I encapsulate myself into my own world and become focused and productive.
Unless Air comes on. I like to listen to them when I’m falling asleep sometimes, and now I’m like Pavlov. If they come on during the rotation, I literally start yawning within 15 seconds, unless I skip.
But I do love my iPod. So happy it found me!
yep, i’ve had my 160gb ipod classic for a few weeks now and i have 75% of my CDs on it, have bought a few tunes and an audio book via itunes.com, and a number of free news/talk/aviation training podcasts on it. i know exactly what you mean. when i’m not with “it” my life is not complete.