“What’s the capital of Sweden?” I yell at my BlackBerry. It is a smartphone, after all. It looks back at me, blankly, and I toss it to one side (gently, of course, because I don’t want to break it. As much as I can’t stand the way it crashes all the time, I kind of need it).
On the whole, I tolerate my BlackBerry, just like I tolerate my nephews, or the entire cast of Hollyoaks. But sometimes it’s like I have a third child, especially when it does this:
Now, I know: being notified that I have a notification is not a bad thing. But there are a couple of occurrences when this persistent red light reminds me of a nagging child tugging at my sleeve:
- When I’m super-busy and don’t want to be distracted;
- When I already know I have a notification (eg. I’m on the laptop and a reply to a tweet appears on Tweetdeck; seconds later the little light starts nagging).