So after a few years of having the same phone (a 1990's sedan if you will) with very few bells and whistles,(hey, I could play Tetris while being stuck in line at the bank or such) I upgraded to a shiny, sleek, red sports car complete with all the latest gadgets. To be quite honest, I could live without all the hoopla... What attracted me to this particular model is that it is red... And shiny... I am a sucker for things like that....
I got this gleaming, glossy piece of technology on Saturday. I charged the puppy up and went through the awful task of recreating my phone book. Tedious... That is the only word I can use to describe the horrific task at hand. The German has many of the same contacts in his phone and I was able to get those taken care of... Next, I tap out an email to others that I am missing... Lastly, I have the ghastly job of actually looking up numbers either on anywho or in
After my laborious evening of being "all thumbs" with my input, I decide it is time for bed. Somewhere around 5am I hear beeping... Huh? What the hell? It rouses mein Deutscher as well... After shaking the cobwebs out of our heads, we realize it is the shiny red thing I have painstakingly programmed to my specifications... I pick it up and the damned battery is dead... Not just low; completely freakin' dead. I think to myself, maybe it needs to charge a protracted period of time... Maybe I gave it too much credit when I read the words "charging complete" across the display... I plugged it back in and crawled back into bed for another couple of hours of Zzzz's.
Day two - I know it has to be okay because the phone has been on the charger for twelve - count 'em, 12 whole hours. I have not used it for anything the entire time so as to allow the battery to suck in all the electrical nutrients it requires to sustain my need for a communications device.
Night two - Bed time... I take the (hopefully) trusty, red trickster and place it gingerly on the nightstand whilst we sleep....
Wanna know what happened at 5a?? The son-of-a-bitch made another loud noise and
Later in the morning I trounce back over to the Sprint store from which it was "born"... Damn it, it is Memorial Day and they are closed. Damn, damn, damn... Stuck with this freakin' phone that decides it wants to check out each day at 5a... Really pisses me off....
Tuesday - Pack up all the hoopla that comes along with the vixen and throw it in the car. Go to work, leave work and drive to the Sprint store... Get a new phone that, thankfully, they reprogram all the numbers for me. I was told that occasionally there are "bum" batteries from having sat too long in the back of the shop. Okay, it is a fluke, I get it. Gimme the new red thing and let's get on with it. Get in the car and drive home. Put the cover back on it and guess what? The damned thing only works with the cover off. Fine. Covers? We don't need no stinkin' covers! We need a phone. That works.
Tuesday night - Did as I was told... Recharged until it said "charging complete"... Never touched the stupid thing again until I picked it up and placed it on the nightstand for bed time. Wanna know what happened at 5a? Well either way, you are about to find out... It died... I plugged it in before I left for work and charged it in the car the whole ride here. I haven't touched it since. It has one measly bar showing and I am certain it will moan out it's (now)infamous death wail before I leave for home... Oops, I mean the Sprint store for red thing number three....
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