September 29, 2008 at 19:34Learn from mistakes
Recently I got my hands on the GSmart i120 from Gigabyte . I really liked him. Weeks 2-3 have already run into its capabilities: I uploaded a bunch of necessary and unnecessary programs, installed a brand new firmware, configured everything "for myself". And how many toys I put, mmmm ... Tanks, balls, chess, races, shooters, zoom in the end!
Situation: Morning. I'm in a hurry to work. As always, he went out and returned for having forgotten. This time it was the same Gsmart. By the way, it is necessary to make a reservation that I live and work in the Moscow region, before work I need to get 2 stops by train. But today the train on which I usually go did not come. And the next one didn’t come either. And since this watch is the rush hour in public transport, there are more people at the bus stop than the tambours can already accommodate. As a result, I didn’t get on the first train that arrived, but I firmly decided that by storm, but I would take the next one. And I really succeeded. When the train started, I was in the middle of the vestibule, although still on the platform, pushing the man standing in front of me and trying to climb in after him, it seemed to me that more people simply could not fit in there.
Go. I frantically press a bag of documents to me, feel for the phone in my pocket, and at the same time try to dodge the feet of the rest of the people - why did I clean my shoes in the morning ?! I look around for nothing to do. At the exit, two pretty girls, apparently driving to school. Then a couple of guys. Then I stand facing a pair of hmirs (namely, hmirs!) Against the wall, well, around there are a lot of people who do not remember. As I said above, there are two stops to go to me. We stop at the first. From somewhere a place came for another 4 people. I don’t give a damn about the shoes - just to get out alive at my station.
We drive up. I wonder if the upcoming ones are coming out now. Polite silence. OK. I begin to brazenly drill to the exit. Girls politely say they will miss. OK. Stop. The girls did not lie, well done. He went out, looked sadly at the shoes, but then the mood improved - he managed to get out, there is an excuse for the chief. I climb the bridge to the transition.
And here we come to the denouement. My hand went down in my jacket pocket, to look at the time on my little black GSmart'e - am I too late for work? Opa! But there’s no telephone. Naturally, at first I searched all the pockets of trousers, jackets, bags and tried to convince myself that I did not take the phone at all today. But alas, I remembered very well that in the train the phone was still with me.
It is difficult to describe what I felt at that moment. Anger is on yourself first of all, because how can one be such a fool and put the phone in such an easily accessible place in such a crowd? I was angry at my job - what the hell ?! If it weren’t for her, I would have slept calmly under a warm blanket until 12 o’clock ... And of course, I was angry at Khmyrov - one of them was definitely a pickpocket, or maybe both. It was insulting to horror, what to say there. The point is not even the cost of the device, although it does matter, the point is my own stupidity, that this situation might not exist.
Indeed, they learn only from their mistakes. Honestly, having come to work, I have already cooled down. Brewed a seagull, shared his grief with colleagues - they sympathized and everyone recalled a similar incident from his life or from the life of a friend ... In fact, it’s easier - because all this is such nonsense! Nevertheless, tomorrow I will go by the same train and try to “find out” these hmyrams :)
PS By the way, I still have a wonderful Sony Ericsson W550i , and now it’s quite difficult to buy one! :)
I wrote this post not only to make it a little easier for me. I also wrote for those who know how to learn from the mistakes of others. Hope you don't get caught so easily?
Situation: Morning. I'm in a hurry to work. As always, he went out and returned for having forgotten. This time it was the same Gsmart. By the way, it is necessary to make a reservation that I live and work in the Moscow region, before work I need to get 2 stops by train. But today the train on which I usually go did not come. And the next one didn’t come either. And since this watch is the rush hour in public transport, there are more people at the bus stop than the tambours can already accommodate. As a result, I didn’t get on the first train that arrived, but I firmly decided that by storm, but I would take the next one. And I really succeeded. When the train started, I was in the middle of the vestibule, although still on the platform, pushing the man standing in front of me and trying to climb in after him, it seemed to me that more people simply could not fit in there.
Go. I frantically press a bag of documents to me, feel for the phone in my pocket, and at the same time try to dodge the feet of the rest of the people - why did I clean my shoes in the morning ?! I look around for nothing to do. At the exit, two pretty girls, apparently driving to school. Then a couple of guys. Then I stand facing a pair of hmirs (namely, hmirs!) Against the wall, well, around there are a lot of people who do not remember. As I said above, there are two stops to go to me. We stop at the first. From somewhere a place came for another 4 people. I don’t give a damn about the shoes - just to get out alive at my station.
We drive up. I wonder if the upcoming ones are coming out now. Polite silence. OK. I begin to brazenly drill to the exit. Girls politely say they will miss. OK. Stop. The girls did not lie, well done. He went out, looked sadly at the shoes, but then the mood improved - he managed to get out, there is an excuse for the chief. I climb the bridge to the transition.
And here we come to the denouement. My hand went down in my jacket pocket, to look at the time on my little black GSmart'e - am I too late for work? Opa! But there’s no telephone. Naturally, at first I searched all the pockets of trousers, jackets, bags and tried to convince myself that I did not take the phone at all today. But alas, I remembered very well that in the train the phone was still with me.
It is difficult to describe what I felt at that moment. Anger is on yourself first of all, because how can one be such a fool and put the phone in such an easily accessible place in such a crowd? I was angry at my job - what the hell ?! If it weren’t for her, I would have slept calmly under a warm blanket until 12 o’clock ... And of course, I was angry at Khmyrov - one of them was definitely a pickpocket, or maybe both. It was insulting to horror, what to say there. The point is not even the cost of the device, although it does matter, the point is my own stupidity, that this situation might not exist.
Indeed, they learn only from their mistakes. Honestly, having come to work, I have already cooled down. Brewed a seagull, shared his grief with colleagues - they sympathized and everyone recalled a similar incident from his life or from the life of a friend ... In fact, it’s easier - because all this is such nonsense! Nevertheless, tomorrow I will go by the same train and try to “find out” these hmyrams :)
PS By the way, I still have a wonderful Sony Ericsson W550i , and now it’s quite difficult to buy one! :)
I wrote this post not only to make it a little easier for me. I also wrote for those who know how to learn from the mistakes of others. Hope you don't get caught so easily?