Being at work is a bit of a relief, to be frank.
One has a big phone with large digits right next to the keyboard, so there is a surge in emotion, a coming-back-to-the-mothership effect: this lasts until you discover you don't have an offline phonebook anymore.
The next day found me at a press conference, timing it to consummate perfection, only to be informed of a change in venue.
I prepared to flash my most annoyed scowl but couldn't, seeing the pretty PR girl querulously ask, "Didn't you get a call? We have been calling everyone up."
I smiled sheepishly, a look I was going to have to don several times over the course of the afternoon, as I exchanged numbers with people and actually fished for a ball pen to write them down.
"Do you have a cell?" asked their condescending eyebrows.
"My battery died," I lied doggedly.
