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BlackBerry

Posted by Juan on May 25, 2018 with Comments Closedas , , , , , , , , , , ,

The BlackBerry is it called so? Put you as well because when there was slavery in the United States, was tied to new slaves a black ball of iron very irregular, i.e. was not a perfect ball. Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from Mashable. They had a string and a shackle at the foot, so that they do not escape running from the cotton fields. Masters, to use a euphemism (politically more correct word, that sounds nicer), BlackBerry (BlackBerry, black cherry) called him because he resembled such fruit. That was the ancient symbol of slavery, saying that he would be forced to leave their lives to perish without being able to escape in those fields of sowing. In modern times, not it may tie to new employees an iron ball so that they do not escape, instead, are given a BlackBerry and they are wirelessly tied with that shackle, which may not set aside like slaves, and that has them tied to work all the time. It is the modern symbol of slavery. I have one, just like all other managers and directors and just look like are glued to the happy little machine all the time, like addiction; in the bath, in the car, at the movies, dinner, sleep is and there is no way to escape when called the head or when you send emails. There is no way of saying that you did not or that you did not hear because this talebearer phone alerts you if they called and not answered, if you have messages read, if you read them and if others opened your emails, appointments, schedules, brand you you wakes up, turns itself off, turns only, and allows you to spend hours on the internet, numbness while your wifehusband, girlfriend or boyfriend and your children and family you claim because you don’t put them attention. And there to see them, modern executives who feel very important because the Chief gave them your BlackBerry so that they do not escape from the labour camps. They would not have thought a better name, isn’t it?