I've caught the bug

Part of my new job requires that I carry a blackberry. I have scoffed for years about the "Crackberry addicts" and vowed if I ever got one, I would not become "one of those".

Um. Except I kind of already have.

Any innocent query has my hands itching to look info up online, and my need to check my email has become practically Pavlovian. This is "rewarded" by the little light that blinks to let me know I have new email. I am always flipping this thing over, convinced it's flashing.

Justin half mockingly told me on my first day that this is "the Man's" way of getting more work out of me for free, and I fear he's right. For my entire 10+ years as a working adult, I happily and easily shut down my inbox at 5 and breezed out the door, not to be bothered again until the morrow. Today I have already communicated with my boss (who is on vacation but teathered to his blackberry) and a colleague in Chicago - all before 7:30 am!

I'm doomed...