Plugged out

So I went to a large breakfast this morning thrown by the Newhouse School at Syracuse and The New Yorker (much more on that in a minute). Most of us were assigned tables and so I put down my briefcase and went off to schmooze, which is what one does at these things. I came back and my case was moved and chair occupied. I looked miffed — and various folks later hovered around to throw themselves on swords for this — but I was embarrassed to say why the chair mattered to me. It wasn’t because this was Table 8 and that enabled me to look down my nose at the poor sods at Table 10. It wasn’t because I was going to sit next to some media mogul and make a deal that would change my life and finances. It was because the chair was near an electric plug. We bloggers arrange our lives around wi-fi and plugs. To make my thought process even more pathetic, I then had to rearrange my route to the airport today so I could find someplace to recharge — because, you see, I didn’t want to be out one watt for the plane ride — or I contemplated going to the airport quite early to scope and stage out a precious plug there. Sad, isn’t it?

  • A spare battery saves me the anguish. ;-)
    (Ya, I know, extra weight to carry around)

  • sheesh, Jeff… you make Crackberry addicts seem sane.

  • EVDO = no more wifi worries! Now what to do about the battery issue?

  • Have you considered a solar panel….?

  • Carson Bennett

    THis post made me laugh at myself — there have been so many times when I got to my gate at our local airport an hour or so early and since I know where the plugs are on the concourse, I head for a plug. When someone else is there already, I find my initial reaction is a bit of irritation — ‘hey, what are you doing at MY plug?’ Since other travelers know the location of plugs, not only are them often taken, but there is the inevitable small group of hoverers sitting ‘casually’ near the prized two seats, waiting to jump in when they are vacated. It’s no wonder that batteries with extended lives (a week for a laptop; a full day of use for a drilll, etc.) are so highly sought after by R&D firms. Their social impact through the phenom of changed seating priorities will be huge — I will actually get to sit with my family while we await our flight.

  • If there was a lesson in this experience, perhaps it could be described as: mark your territory. It’s not enough to leave your bag nearby. Spend two extra minutes occupying the space and then go over to schmooze, one less worry on your mind.

    I can’t help thinking about a Mr. Bean (the UK comedian) moment where he impersonates a student taking an exam: he spends the beggining lining up his tools and toys. Isn’t this what we did in school? What we do at work? Why not elsewhere where a table is available for us for a few hours? I know I do it anywhere, even in cafes.

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  • Ann

    Thank you. So well put. Good chuckle. :-)

    Plugs, points, leads and batteries still matter … anywhere – everywhere! :-)

  • PXLated, I though the airlines had banned spare batteries unless you specially wrap them?

    I always make sure I am fully charged before I travel, and source a plug when I sit down at the airport or whereever. It’s got to the point that even my wife and kids even look for seats for us near a plug, which is a bit sad !