Not An Office
Mobile phones are supposed to be practical and functional devices. We, as intelligent human beings, are supposed to control them and not the other way around. I own a mobile phone but thankfully I’m not a slave to it.
I was in the gents toilet at work last year when a chap stood at the urinal next to me. Nothing strange there. We are just two adult males having a leak… except, with his free hand he takes his mobile phone out of his top pocket and starts ‘texting’ someone. Now a mans bladder will take about 30 seconds to empty, based on average storage capacity and flow-through. So this guy couldn’t wait that long before feeling the need to be more productive.
Today I was again answering the call of nature and I thought that the gents was empty until I heard a voice from one of the cubicles, or traps as they are known locally. “Yeah, 25% sounds good but for that kind of money 30% would be nearer the target”. Of course I couldn’t tell if it was the same bloke as before, and I certainly wasn’t going to look under the door to check. He was still talking away as I was washing my hands and even after I’d used the hand dryer. Although I did hear some movement as I was going out of the door. But imagine the poor sod on the other end of the phone going, “What was that splosh?”, “Er that was just someone making a drink, er, here in the office.”
I’m all for multi-tasking while you’re working but that is taking it to extremes. There is a time and a place for everything. Receiving calls, no matter how important they are, should not be done while you’ve got your trousers around your ankles.