My phone was acting up last summer. It was probably 3 years old. Come to think of it, it behaved a lot like me: needed a charge mid-day, memory was full, covered in cracks, dull case, etc.
So I guess I'm 3 years old in phone years.
As we all know, I hate Walmart - but that's where we get our cheap phone service so I FINALLY could take no more of the "Oops my battery died" scenarios and I dragged myself to the dreaded electronics counter at Walmart.
Curly started babysitting last summer as a mother's helper. I chose to race into Walmart on the way to her first day at Barb's house. Barb has 6 kids (4 boys 2 girls - for real), and after covid she needed a break. Curly was going to take 5 of her kids to the park.
I picked out a phone in record time. Begged the young woman to help me set it up. Am I exploiting ageism if I seek sympathy and feign (not really feigning though) a clueless nature while blaming my advanced age? Well, it works for me.
The clerk in the stylish blue bib, sort of set it up. "Your new phone will randomly start working sometime in the next hour, or so."
Clean up a spill of ambiguity in isle 10.
Like WHAT? I need it to work now. I needed MapQuest.
My reliance on MapQuest is shameful. I used to figure out where I was going in advance, like a grown up. Now: I just use maps on my phone. Am I alone?
Anyway she assured me all would be dandy, which I recognize as code for "Move along clueless lady. This is Walmart. Customer Service isn't really our thing."
I can't remember the details because a year has passed - remember, my memory is full. We got to the car and the new phone started to work, but I couldn't connect to the internet. How was I going to drive to this woman's house?
I freaked out. Poor Curly. I accidentally have two gmail accounts. I never know which one is tied to my phone. It's silly. Probably something that can easily be fixed - by DELETING THE EXTRA ACCOUNT . . . but some things are tied to one account and some the other. Have you been here long enough to remember my freak out before we left for Scotland? My airbnb account was tied to a gmail account that I didn't even know I had. I thought my reservation was lost. Have I mentioned I have no business operating anything technological and while some of you wouldn't consider email all that complicated . . . hi, have we met?
I started driving in the general direction of where I thought the babysitting job was, and at last the phone agreed to open MapQuest. We arrived just in time.
|If I had to guess, I'd say I took this when|
I cleaned out Lad and Ed's room. Sent
it to them: "Are you done with these phone cases?"
This because I had no
photo to coordinate with this post.
Later, Mini squealed with delight: "Your new phone has face recognition." She set it up so my phone can unlock itself when it sees my lovely face.
Guess what? My face doesn't always look lovely. When I wake up well-rested and squishy, the phone refuses to trust this 'stranger.' Suspecting high treason, it makes me unlock it manually.
I got a text message a few days later- no name attached. Just the number. I had to text back: "Hi, who is this." Not all of my contacts transferred. Ugh.
What's your biggest issue with getting a new phone, or do you get excited about it (I assume all the people who know how to work a new phone and transfer stuff will be the excited types)?