Can you hear me now?
What's up with my cell phone?
I've had it for probably about 16 months now, and it's a pile o crap. That's right. Why do these phone providers have to make us suffer? I love my service (verizon). I have zero problems--no dropped calls, few service interruptions, minute wrongdoings. But, my cell battery is junk. After a full night's charge, if I make two five-minute phone calls (and usually less), it gives me a low battery signal.
My life is OVER! It's the end of the world!
1 comment:
Perhaps I'm overlooking the obvious when I say, "I am... a computer doofus." Meaning: I SHOULD be saying, "I am... a TECHNOLOGICAL doofus."
We have a cell phone just for emergencies.
I still haven't figured out how to MAKE IT RING. It seems to be permanently set on Arouse Me, er, Vibrate.
Although, I take some solace in knowing the Dr. (Miss What-did-you-do-to-the-computer-now!) tried to figure some things out on the phone when we first got it while I was driving, and I'm hearing little exclamations like, 'Wait! No! I didn't want to go on the internet! Stop! STOP! ...okay... I just spent three cents."
Thank god, we (meaning, well... look, details are boring...) misplaced the manual.
On a whole other note, and, unfortunately, not intended to be funny at all, but your post makes me think of it:
When 9-11 happened, my sense was that cell phones were still sort of on the verge of becoming ubiquitous (although I'm probably wrong... this thought is from someone who didn't own a cell phone).
After that horrible day, I felt the cell phone had made such an impact on the lives of so many during that day, it's prevalence would certainly grow.
How the phones changed the lives and fates of those passengers on Flight 93.
How people spoke to their loved ones for the last time on the WTC.
But a more horrible thought always occurs to me when I think of this, are those possibly hundreds of calls that perhaps did not go through, or broke up, and the last conversations with loved ones that were never finished good-byes but interrupted farewells unjustly wrapped in frustration.
This never really occurred to me until I finally got a cell phone, and I heard what they actually sounded like.
When you don't own one, you assume it sounds like a regular land line.
So, in a trivial way, my memories of 9-11 were darkened even more by this insight.
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