Post by admin on Apr 6, 2010 18:12:41 GMT -6
As most of ya know, my health has decided to go wonky. And, needless to say, my mother in concerned for me. (I'm concerned for her health too, but for this post I think it goes without saying.) She felt I was too vulnerable as it was. I needed to be able to easily and quickly call or help if I needed it.
Ok. Makes sense. My rate goes boing, I might need to find help!
So, she bought me a blasted cell phone... I dunno if y'all know this, but aside from brassieres, I think cellular phones are one of the most needless items ever devised, and for much the same reason; both end up causing more hassle than they end up serving.
But, I got the blasted thing. It's a flip phone, which means there's a whole half the phone to be accidentally broken off, as opposed to a standard phone which must be thrown at the floor with great force to break.
So, it's in my hand, but first, before it can save my bacon, I must 'activate it'. It took me a good minute and a half to figure out how to turn the thing on. And, it didn't work. I hadda go on this website, and then in a very coordinated effort, I had to exchange info back and forth betwixt my phone and my computer. Sorta like ... pouring water bucket to bucket.
But, there was a glitch. Part of the info I needed the site to send the phone so I could tell the site about it wasn't sent by the phone so that I could tell the site it was sent from the site.
Confused? Good, so was I.
'Bout three hours of inventing new phrases in the sailors handbook, 2011 Edition, I finally broke down and called Customer Support.
And, after four HOURS waiting on hold, I needed 'support'; I was almost asleep. So, guy gets on the phone, says "oh, here's the problem, it's fixed now. Thanks for calling Customer Support." And then made the needed motions to end the call. I tried to keep him on the line while I verified it, but no. Slimy little worm.
I get back on the computer, still can't get it to do right, phone is still inactive, temper is still present.
Call 'em Back. Two and a half hours later, dude comes on and says "Oh, I think you may need to enter this code first." First I'd heard of any such code. I enter it. He says "I'll wait while you go try it." Ah, guy's hip to my game!
I go try it, nogo. I go back to him, and about an hour later it was found that the person who 'processed' the phone where it was bought shouldn't be allowed to play with any sharp objects. He says try it, I do, and it works.
Ah, now, it works. It's only for emergency usage, but it works! So, I decide to check out the call quality, I call my own home number and attempt to leave a message.
Ya ever submerge your head it a metal bucket full of water, and then see what ya can hear? You can make out what you hear, but it's lousy tryin' to listen to it.
And, this blasted little demon device sounds about 30% worse than that...
If one of you fellas want to tally up how many hours I spent today screwing with this stupid phone, lemme know; I'd appreciate it. All the number crunching I've done today has my mind generally rejecting numeral forms of all forms.
But, if I'm outside and I happen to have major problems, I'm sorted.
On a side note;
I
Am
Sick
Of
The
In
Doors...
Seriously. My doc has warned me to limit my activities especially when the high temps are over 75. And, it's been that pretty much all of yesterday, and all of today, and it'll be that way tomorrow. And the tomorrow after tomorrow and tomorrows tomorrow.
And I am losing my MARBLES! ;D Going from outside from 8AM or so until 7PM or so, that's normal. This "in the house" crap is like torture.
Long day. Really long day. And, I'll betcha a dollar I'll dream of my phone number tonight. You cannot type a number 96 Brazilian times without it making yer brains a little... Preprogrammed. The entire 'activation' process was much like trying to keep ants in a mesh bag.
What I've yet to determine; why it must be so difficult to get a simple phone to work. I'm not too dumb, but this process was miles over my head.
Grrr. Technology. Gimme a hammer and a flat piece of metal. I'll lay the item of interest on the flat piece of metal, and whack it with the hammer. Simple. Phones? Complicated.
GRRRRR.
Thanks for listening to the mental backdump of a fella who now owns a cell phone, which will be soonly followed by a PADDED cell if I don't get outside. (Soonly is a word, by the way, I just made it a word.)
TJ.
Ok. Makes sense. My rate goes boing, I might need to find help!
So, she bought me a blasted cell phone... I dunno if y'all know this, but aside from brassieres, I think cellular phones are one of the most needless items ever devised, and for much the same reason; both end up causing more hassle than they end up serving.
But, I got the blasted thing. It's a flip phone, which means there's a whole half the phone to be accidentally broken off, as opposed to a standard phone which must be thrown at the floor with great force to break.
So, it's in my hand, but first, before it can save my bacon, I must 'activate it'. It took me a good minute and a half to figure out how to turn the thing on. And, it didn't work. I hadda go on this website, and then in a very coordinated effort, I had to exchange info back and forth betwixt my phone and my computer. Sorta like ... pouring water bucket to bucket.
But, there was a glitch. Part of the info I needed the site to send the phone so I could tell the site about it wasn't sent by the phone so that I could tell the site it was sent from the site.
Confused? Good, so was I.
'Bout three hours of inventing new phrases in the sailors handbook, 2011 Edition, I finally broke down and called Customer Support.
And, after four HOURS waiting on hold, I needed 'support'; I was almost asleep. So, guy gets on the phone, says "oh, here's the problem, it's fixed now. Thanks for calling Customer Support." And then made the needed motions to end the call. I tried to keep him on the line while I verified it, but no. Slimy little worm.
I get back on the computer, still can't get it to do right, phone is still inactive, temper is still present.
Call 'em Back. Two and a half hours later, dude comes on and says "Oh, I think you may need to enter this code first." First I'd heard of any such code. I enter it. He says "I'll wait while you go try it." Ah, guy's hip to my game!
I go try it, nogo. I go back to him, and about an hour later it was found that the person who 'processed' the phone where it was bought shouldn't be allowed to play with any sharp objects. He says try it, I do, and it works.
Ah, now, it works. It's only for emergency usage, but it works! So, I decide to check out the call quality, I call my own home number and attempt to leave a message.
Ya ever submerge your head it a metal bucket full of water, and then see what ya can hear? You can make out what you hear, but it's lousy tryin' to listen to it.
And, this blasted little demon device sounds about 30% worse than that...
If one of you fellas want to tally up how many hours I spent today screwing with this stupid phone, lemme know; I'd appreciate it. All the number crunching I've done today has my mind generally rejecting numeral forms of all forms.
But, if I'm outside and I happen to have major problems, I'm sorted.
On a side note;
I
Am
Sick
Of
The
In
Doors...
Seriously. My doc has warned me to limit my activities especially when the high temps are over 75. And, it's been that pretty much all of yesterday, and all of today, and it'll be that way tomorrow. And the tomorrow after tomorrow and tomorrows tomorrow.
And I am losing my MARBLES! ;D Going from outside from 8AM or so until 7PM or so, that's normal. This "in the house" crap is like torture.
Long day. Really long day. And, I'll betcha a dollar I'll dream of my phone number tonight. You cannot type a number 96 Brazilian times without it making yer brains a little... Preprogrammed. The entire 'activation' process was much like trying to keep ants in a mesh bag.
What I've yet to determine; why it must be so difficult to get a simple phone to work. I'm not too dumb, but this process was miles over my head.
Grrr. Technology. Gimme a hammer and a flat piece of metal. I'll lay the item of interest on the flat piece of metal, and whack it with the hammer. Simple. Phones? Complicated.
GRRRRR.
Thanks for listening to the mental backdump of a fella who now owns a cell phone, which will be soonly followed by a PADDED cell if I don't get outside. (Soonly is a word, by the way, I just made it a word.)
TJ.