I have this theory about my cellphone, and you might think it's crazy, but hear me out. I think it committed suicide.
I've been complaining for months about how much it sucks, because it only stays charged for a few hours, even if I haven't been on it, and even though the last time I plugged it in, it said "Fully Charged" right there on the little screen. It also just acts all sorts of crazy when it is actually "working". This is probably due to being dropped about a dozen times on the (concrete) floor of my studio.
So a couple of weeks ago, I decided to replace it. I have insurance, so they'll replace it pretty much for free. I finally broke down and ordered the least crappy one I could find on the Verizon website. I was hoping to hold out for the iPhone, though, because I am addicted to all things made by Apple®. If they made a $400 toaster or a $2000 espresso maker that came complete with apple logo foam maker, they would quickly replace the items in my wishlist. Ok, I know the iPhone doesn't exist yet, but I have faith that it will, and I want it.
Anyway, as of yesterday, I cannot find my crappy phone. I think it knew I was trying to get rid of it, and in its horror and rejection, it killed itself. Good riddance, it really did suck. I hope my new phone has come in, though. Otherwise, I'm out of touch until it does.
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When I tried to get rid of my phone it decided it was going to make it as hard as possible and wouldn't let me switch my numbers. So, I decided to purge my directory. It's freeing!
I'm convinced that cell phones are worse than cars when it comes to breaking down enough that you need to eventually buy a new one much earlier than what should be taking place.
Those bastards.
Between the communication industry, the insurance industry, and teenaged douchebags, I don't know who I would punch in the face if I only had one in me and they were all standing there oblivious to me.
I finally upgraded from my old cell phone - and the gal was laughig when I explained that it had better not have too many little buttons and stuff 'cause I only need it in cass the kids or hubs wants to find me . . . when I want them too . . .
although I did download U2s "Vertigo" for my ring tone and that was WAY hi-tech for this old lady ;)
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