Crackberries, Indeed

The study of 6,500 traveling executives says 35 percent of them would choose their PDA over their spouse.

That is one of the saddest things I have read in a long time. I feel sorry for their spouses. There isn’t anything more precious or valuable to me than my husband. I could lose everything I have, and as long as I still have him, I’d be OK. He’s irreplaceable. I can always get more things.

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4 Responses to “Crackberries, Indeed”

  1. on 16 Sep 2008 at 9:15 am Wildman

    Your love and words speak of character and heart. Some have very little and for others it is a second nature that flows as natural as life itself. It is sad that traveling executives would prefer a material object over character and heart without both love cannot be.

  2. on 16 Sep 2008 at 1:10 pm Orb

    I have to think it’s people who have never been through hard times when you don’t have the luxury of owning things. Way back at the dawn of our marriage, we were lucky to be able pay rent on an apartment, and it was a struggle. We didn’t have a car. We didn’t have cable TV. We didn’t even have a regular old phone. We ate off the dollar menu at fast food joints, because that’s what we could afford. That sort of life brings home rather quickly the importance of the person sitting on the couch beside you watching grainy local news channels on an old TV with an antenna and eating that thousandth greasy burger for the year. Sure, eventually we got the car, the cell phones, the computers, the house, but deep down we know those things are just things, and they could go away as quickly as they came, and then we’d still be sitting on the couch together watching grainy TV and eating greasy burgers.

    So these people have never had to live through that it seems, where the only “thing” you really have is your spouse, and you better like that spouse, you better be able to spend time with that spouse, and you better be able to enjoy life with just that spouse. The rest of it is just sugar for the tea. Makes life better, but it doesn’t make the life.

    I actually remember those really lean years fondly. Oh, they were pretty awful, but there were so many good times too. Like the afternoon we found a pair of rollerblades in the apartment dumpster that just happened to fit both of us, and we took turns zipping around the parking lot and laughing at each other. Or the time we were so depressed because we couldn’t get to any family’s house for Thanksgiving, and so we splurged on a turkey. Just a turkey. Couldn’t afford all the other fixings. And we made a mess of the kitchen because neither of us knew what we were doing, but it turned out to be the best turkey ever and we ate it for a week picking it clean. Or the long nights spent at the kitchen table studying together or playing board games and drawing straws to see who would walk to the Jack in the Box to get the damn greasy burgers. Bad times, but good memories.

    And there are people who would trade a device for someone they supposedly love? Boggles my mind. Like I said, they have never known hard times. Through those times of nothing, there was always one “thing” that I knew would be there and it never cost me a dime … my husband. I wouldn’t trade him for anything, and I am so lucky he feels the same about me. These people just need to get a divorce and buy another Blackberry. I imagine both spouses would be happier that way.

  3. on 16 Sep 2008 at 2:22 pm Ekim

    The study of travelling executives was done by a hotel company. It sounds to me like they interviewed tired, grumpy businessmen who had recently arrived at a hotel after a long journey.

    If my experience is anything to go by, saying anything important while tired and grumpy is putting your relationship on the line. No doubt a good number of these people changed their minds the following morning. Assuming they had time to sleep properly anyway.

  4. on 16 Sep 2008 at 4:53 pm Orb

    Maybe so, Ekim. But back when I was traveling for work all the time, I did know a lot of my coworkers seemed almost sad when it was time to go home. I was always packed and waiting for the moment to return the rental car and get on the plane. Hotel life sucks. Business travel sucks even worse.