Meet my phone. Or should I say: my most recently deceased phone?
All I wanted to do was set an alarm for when to take my medicine and then send a message to my sister. She and my parents have made some arrangements for this Saturday and they have asked me to tag along, but I can’t. In addition, my parents, who are house-sitting my other sister’s home (and cats. And guinea pigs), need some extra stuff. Like their summer jackets. Because everyone surely needs their jackets in this freaking heat wave!
But okay, whatever they want. I’ve learned to just roll with it. It’s too much hassle to oppose them, plus it’s too hot for that anyway.
My sister (the first one from this story – the one who never received my text message) is to pick up the requested items from my place and bring them with her when she visits my parents.
The reason why I can’t come along is because I have a hot stone massage planned for this Saturday. I know. It’s a heat wave. We do crazy things, it must run in the family!
I have to leave the house around 1pm, so if my sister is late I can’t let her in to have her pick up the stuff my parents requested for their one week holiday at my other sister’s house who’s currently roaming another part of the world and this sentence just seems to keep going on and on and on doesn’t it when does it stop I am too hot so it must be right now.
Bottom line of the story: my sister, who I was trying to text message, is a bit of a talker on the phone. So in order not to be on the phone all evening (my mother called and she’s a talker, too. See my problem? Me, I don’t talk. I write), I decided to send that sister a message.
My phone then decided it was time to pass away. For real. Like, it’s been playing up for a while now, the signs were there. Maybe it finally got too hot. Maybe the sudden outburst of thunder outside scared it to death. Maybe my reaction to the sudden outburst of thunder outside did (YESSSSS, FINALLY!!). Maybe it picked up on my brilliant idea of “buying a dual simcard smart phone when this one dies, so I have a separate phone number for my business.” Maybe it just doesn’t like my sister (it’s the crazy one – hadn’t I mentioned that?).
Whatever the reason, it’s gone. My phone died. RIP phone.
And to make matters worse, I found its old warranty receipt. My phone had the very ill humour of dying almost exactly one month after the warranty wore off!!
I have my phone in pieces now. I hoped jotting the battery out and plopping it back in would help. It didn’t.
Now I feel like it doesn’t deserve to be put back together again, so I’m just going to leave it like this.
And then tomorrow, when, hopefully, my new phone arrives, it’ll be faster for me to gather the pieces I need and create a new walking talk-item with.
Or, you know, a walking write-text-messages-and-time-your-medicine-doses-with-because-you-hardly-ever-really-use-it-properly-but-oh-dear-do-you-miss-it-when-it’s-dead-item.
I hope your weekends are starting off better than mine!