My mobile phone died earlier this week, Tuesday night to be precise, we’ve had a unique relationship over the last 13 months, I’ve loved, cursed, I’ve squealed with glee, I’ve wanted to throw the phone with anger, frustration… Good times.
I generally dislike mobile phones I continuously declare ‘my phone is for my convenience, not anybody else’s’. Maybe it committed suicide? Couldn't be in my hand any longer. More love to the next one.
Since my phone departed and I lost many many numbers stored on the phone memory; anybody I’ve met in the last 12 months or so and all my recently appointed work contractors… Oh the horror of not being able to contact people by a quick scroll of a key.
I tried almost everything during the week to get the stupid thing to work long enough to extract numbers – oh technology… Oh my poor memory. I got it to work briefly on Thursday, enough time to send a few texts and copy half a dozen numbers.
I found the only satisfying thing about my contact list almost being lost is the wonderful opportunity to update contacts. Int other words - Delete time!
Alladin: I knew an Alladin? Alladin is a name one would assume remembering… Not me
Bouncer / Accountant: Didn’t go anywhere, so his number can go!
Car stalker: kept it, I thought of hitting the delete button.
The Concierge: Well, he’s married now, we haven’t spoken this year – why keep his details?
Donna: Gone. We lost contact a couple years ago when she and our mutual friend’s boyfriend got together. It wasn’t done nicely.
Ex-boyfriends best friend: Why did I have it in the first place?
James – Twin: Yes, that’s how I labelled him. NFI!
Katherine: Where or where did Katherine go?
Michael: There’s only been one Michael in my life and that’s all there’ll ever be. I told Michael he was never allowed to date another N, I’ll extend the same courtesy. If you’re name is Michael ‘do not apply’
The Older Gentleman: No reason to keep it, I have one fond memory of him singing a song he wrote for me - that’s enough… Oh and my first try of Pink Moet. All the important things right?
Sabre Boy: Gone. He wont be forgotten.
Sarah (Alex): Again, this is how I labelled her, no idea.
Soisana: who?
Tivadi: It’s an interstate number, NFI – help?
Zuhal: I didn’t like her, why did I even have her number?
I made one very interesting observation, I have (I had to count, precision a must) 23 overseas numbers. No wonder I feel like I don't have anyone to go out with anymore, everyone's moved away, granted some are family.
Being sick at home and having my contractors calling me, my owners ringing and not recognising the numbers was absolute hell. When I got back to the office on Friday I needed to scan emails to get contact details. Why don’t people include a phone number in the footer? So unnecessarily stressful! I later had one of the fire guys call, I complained mildly that I lost all his contact details and what does he say, 'not good enough I expect to be on your sim card memory' but but but... oh, what difference does it make!
Must get new phone today.
I generally dislike mobile phones I continuously declare ‘my phone is for my convenience, not anybody else’s’. Maybe it committed suicide? Couldn't be in my hand any longer. More love to the next one.
Since my phone departed and I lost many many numbers stored on the phone memory; anybody I’ve met in the last 12 months or so and all my recently appointed work contractors… Oh the horror of not being able to contact people by a quick scroll of a key.
I tried almost everything during the week to get the stupid thing to work long enough to extract numbers – oh technology… Oh my poor memory. I got it to work briefly on Thursday, enough time to send a few texts and copy half a dozen numbers.
I found the only satisfying thing about my contact list almost being lost is the wonderful opportunity to update contacts. Int other words - Delete time!
Alladin: I knew an Alladin? Alladin is a name one would assume remembering… Not me
Bouncer / Accountant: Didn’t go anywhere, so his number can go!
Car stalker: kept it, I thought of hitting the delete button.
The Concierge: Well, he’s married now, we haven’t spoken this year – why keep his details?
Donna: Gone. We lost contact a couple years ago when she and our mutual friend’s boyfriend got together. It wasn’t done nicely.
Ex-boyfriends best friend: Why did I have it in the first place?
James – Twin: Yes, that’s how I labelled him. NFI!
Katherine: Where or where did Katherine go?
Michael: There’s only been one Michael in my life and that’s all there’ll ever be. I told Michael he was never allowed to date another N, I’ll extend the same courtesy. If you’re name is Michael ‘do not apply’
The Older Gentleman: No reason to keep it, I have one fond memory of him singing a song he wrote for me - that’s enough… Oh and my first try of Pink Moet. All the important things right?
Sabre Boy: Gone. He wont be forgotten.
Sarah (Alex): Again, this is how I labelled her, no idea.
Soisana: who?
Tivadi: It’s an interstate number, NFI – help?
Zuhal: I didn’t like her, why did I even have her number?
I made one very interesting observation, I have (I had to count, precision a must) 23 overseas numbers. No wonder I feel like I don't have anyone to go out with anymore, everyone's moved away, granted some are family.
Being sick at home and having my contractors calling me, my owners ringing and not recognising the numbers was absolute hell. When I got back to the office on Friday I needed to scan emails to get contact details. Why don’t people include a phone number in the footer? So unnecessarily stressful! I later had one of the fire guys call, I complained mildly that I lost all his contact details and what does he say, 'not good enough I expect to be on your sim card memory' but but but... oh, what difference does it make!
Must get new phone today.
3 comments:
So you lost my number huh?
hahaha i did the same thing when i got a new phone and found i had peoples names and in brackets the place i met them or who they are connected too!!!
sad really!
My moto (sounds like a strange disease) and I hated each other. We hated each other to end the of the earth - when my moto literally died in my hands. Just wouldn't turn on.
Hundreds of dollars worth of chic phone fun down the drain.
Happy phone choosing!
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