I drove 2,800 miles across the country, with nary a hiccup (except for my trunk freezing closed overnight in New Mexico but that really wasn’t so bad since it unfroze later the same day). But then tragedy struck shortly after I pulled into the driveway at my dad’s house. In my haste to grab everything and get out of the car, I quickly shoved my bottle of water in my purse. After I hugged my mom and dad, I realized that my purse was dripping. I hadn’t screwed the lid on my water tight enough!
At first, there didn’t seem to be any major casualties. I dried out my purse and went out to a yummy dinner with the family. It wasn’t until later that I realized my cell phone wasn’t working properly. When I poked at the touch screen, nothing happened. The buttons seemed to work, but not the screen. I turned it off and tried to turn it back on.
Then I tried to turn it back on again.
Now my phone won’t turn on at all, and it’s been 3 days. Aaaargh! According to the sticker behind the battery, there hasn’t been water damage. But it doesn’t work!!! The red light just flashes.
Fortunately, I was able to slip my SIM card into my dad’s old phone. Unfortunately, it’s practically a dinosaur. (OK, I’m being dramatic here, but that’s what it feels like. I have to press the “2” three times to type a “C”!!! It takes me 10 minutes to text what I could have typed in less than 10 seconds on my pre-water damaged phone.)
I didn’t realize how reliant I was on my smartphone and all its amazing apps until I didn’t have a smartphone with amazing apps. I can’t hop on the internet to learn the answers to my burning questions. I can’t chart a route with the GPS feature. And I have to wait until I’m in front of my computer to check emails or facebook. Baaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! Withdrawal hurts. Sniffle. Sniff.
Hopefully Santa will bring me a new phone for Christmas. I think I’ve been good this year.