|I am sort of wishing this was my phone right about now.|
Yep, irritated is the word, because I am not really angry about it. I am not mad. I knew that the reviews were mixed on this model when I bought it, and I was simply gambling that I would be one of the ones who seemed to be on the good side of things, not one of the people who is bitching about the bad qualities. But here I am.
Not that you care, Company, but would you like to hear the list of complaints? First of all, it has a tendency to turn off at times when I did not tell it to and when it has plenty of battery left. I have yet to figure out a rhyme or reason to it, but it always seems to be that I pull it out of my pants pocket (left front, always left front) and it is off, when I distinctly remember asking it to be on. It is almost like it thinks it is solar powered or something and so it shuts down when it is in my pocket for lack of light, unless of course it is in the pants that have the holes for pocket pool, but that's neither here nor there.
I sort of wish sometimes that the damn thing WAS solar powered, because it has an awfully short life when you use it. I mean, if it were solar powered then at least it would be charged every time I took it outside, or used it near a window on a sunny day. As it is it is (when was the last time you saw that combo of words in a grammatically correct usage?) battery powered and the battery just doesn't last long enough. My former phone had a critically short battery life but I always chalked that up to a variety of reasons, such as the times that I dropped it in boiling water, the age of the phone (it was ancient), or the fact that I never did what you are supposed to do with a battery when charging it for the first time.
But that was my old phone, and I think that was the problem. See, aside from the battery thing I loved my old phone. I had a man crush on it. I did a lot of research when I bought it, and I strode in and told them what I wanted and that was what I got and I was happy as a clam. It was tough. It was durable. It was red. It got great reception. And it was every inch my personality. The one I have now was more forced on me because I wanted certain features without having to fork over for a data plan. Get what I am saying?
So here I am now, bitching and complaining to you when you don't care. And as well you shouldn't. I guess I just sort of half need to vent and half need to mourn the loss of my old companion, which I can't reactivate anymore. I was lured into the supposedly greener grass by the evil temptress of technology, and I am stuck with a phone that is a piece of crap. By the way, my phone is my only means of communication with the outside world, short of shouting at people from the street corner, which the police told me I can't do anymore. Oh well. Only 18 more months until I can get a new one.