I'm sitting in my cubicle feeling very exposed. Vulnerable. Naked, even. Today I forgot my cell phone at home.

All I can think about is what it's doing right now. Is it ringing, and no one is there to answer it? I bet it's ringing, all alone on my desk at home. So lonely.

It's times like this when I think about all the good times we've had together, me and my phone. Like the day I bought it, when it rang for the first time, I flipped it open and said, "Kirk here." A life-long dream had been fullfilled.

And there was the time I was camping on Saltspring Island and sitting on the beach, I checked my e-mail. I would never again be without the Internet.

And then there was the time I forgot to turn off the ringer during a movie, and it rang. It wouldn't stop ringing. It just kept going and going and none of the buttons would make it shut up! It just kept ringing and ringing and ringing. Damn that phone! When I get home, I'm taking a hammer to it.

Hmph.