I was making sure my sat phone worked when I made an inappropriate joke to the friend I was talking to. By inappropriate, I mean that sort of joke shouldn’t be made in public. But I am not on the public airwaves. Am I?
I was wondering at the time I made that joke if someone monitors sat phone calls originating in areas of cellular service.
They shouldn’t of course, because that would mean that satellite telephone calls enjoy no privacy. A government agency would normally have to have a wiretap order to monitor one’s communications or I would have to be a subject of an investigation. I can’t see how that would be possible since I have no criminal record.
Still, I worry that the FBI will soon show up at the door. I’ll let you know what happens. If I can.
The owner got greedy and killed a good thing. But Frank also takes weeks to pay and talks badly about his wife while she, myself, and customers are around. I wanted so much to have something at a storefront that I put up with this terrible behavior for the four months I was involved. I was there for only a few hours a week but the atmosphere was completely toxic.
And this idiot also thinks that the internet isn’t important to growing his business. Didn’t thank me for the website I created for the business for no charge. I tried to show him how it looks like on my laptop and it was obvious he doesn’t know how a trackpad works. And I still haven’t been paid for my latest sale.