Now, you would think (considering how much I wanted a new Blackberry) that I would be Little Miss Pippy Skippy down to the AT & T store to do the exchange, but all I felt was anxiety. Anxiety resulting from the dreaded question that was bound to be asked, "have you ever dropped your phone?" I am too honest to answer, "no"...and too smart to answer, "yes". It's a true moral dilema. Is there anyone (I say anyone) who has never dropped their phone? I have yet to hurl it off a balcony, but yes...I have dropped my phone. In fact, when I bought my Blackberry I told the man that I sometimes drop my phone and he basically said, "no worries...they're hearty little suckers." So there I am at the customer service counter making all nice with the rep (having already prayed and asked God to PLEASE not have him ask me if I have dropped my phone. I was quite thankful that I had included the Bible in my original list of things I couldn't live without so that God knew I still cared about Him, too.) :) I did my very best fast-talking-smiling-inquiring-story-telling to fill all of the dead air so that he couldn't slip that question in. ...and it worked, kind of.
In the midst of all of this I was also feeling sad about losing my original Blackberry. (Don't read on unless you can fully accept the fact that I am a complete weirdo and still like me.) I was actually getting emotional about leaving my first Blackberry at the store as if it had feelings. I said 'goodbye' to it and may have even 'thanked it'. (I'm scaring myself here). This is not the first time I have gotten verklempt over an inanimate object. When someone bought my Honda I thought I was going to turn to mush as they drove it away...even though I had a much better replacement car. And when we rented a huge dumpster to throw away old garbage and things from the garage and house I actually took a picture of the half-filled dumpster as my things were going bye-bye.
Back to the story. So the guy says he is going to replace my Blackberry. Whew. Later in the conversation, the idea of phone dropping did come up, and I did confess, but by this point he liked me enough that it was a non-dramatic-confession. He was cool. Yeah. Once I got home with my Blackberry it took hours to input all of my contacts, settings, etc. Nothing could be transfered due to the software glitch. This was my bonding time (I can admit this since you now know I bond with inanimate objects).
What I learned, is what I already knew to be true, I CAN live without my Blackberry. I was still breathing. I must say, this did reaffirm my commitment to take one day a week and turn it off. When I did it, it was freeing, so I am going to do that again. I have also vowed to do whatever I can to keep this phone in my paws so that it doesn't drop.
Everyone needs a lofty goal in life.
2 comments:
We do not share the same love for broken and old objects. You and Devin can have that in common. I have a love for throwing things away. I just love getting a big trash bag and filling it up with a bunch of junk. Anyway, I'm glad you didn't have to deal with the moral dilemma. It's kinda like the whole "do you participate in risky activities?" question on the life insurance form that Devin had to fill out.
Vaht ist dis verd "verklempt"??
Bob's grandfather used to go for a week each year without drinking to prove to himself that he was not an alcoholic. Hmmm.
It is SO interesting how different we are when it comes to staying "connected"! I would be happy with a Jitterbug phone!
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