I received my new, shiny iPhone 4 nearly 3 years ago. I remember it well because it was also the day my grand-niece was born. I’ve been fairly happy with the phone (and the niece though I don’t get to see her very often). It has served it’s purpose with me. There was the frustrating dilemma in mid ’14 when I learned you must plug your phone in before doing software updates. A very valuable lesson indeed that everyone but me seemed to already know about.
Have you ever been enjoying an apple while out and about and decided, Hey, I should check Facebook? And have you ever logged onto Facebook using your smartphone and tried scrolling? But thanks to some apple juice on your finger it doesn’t slide but kind of sticks and before you know it you send a friend request to somebody you haven’t met yet?
And there you are, away from your computer and no way to recall the request. You have to let it go and so you hope that person rejects you.
And has that person ever accepted your friend request?
And is that person a friend of a friend that a couple of days later you find yourself at the same party?
And while at the party have you ever overheard that person say your name to another friend and both look in your direction?
Have you then looked at the person sitting next to you and quickly pretend to be deep in the most engaging conversation since Eve brought the fruit to Adam?
And for the rest of the night, have you ever avoided your newest fbf because you were too tired to cope with the embarrassment gracefully?
Yeah, me neither.
About the middle of last month, the blessed, wonderful HR Rep calculated everyone’s vacation time. She noticed I had 16 hours of personal time and 48 hours of vacation time I needed to use by December 31 or lose it. She notified my boss. My boss notified me.
“Twist my arm!” I said. “Guess I’ll schedule some time off.”
And so I did.
First, I started with Thanksgiving week. That’s right. I took the whole week off. That accounted for three days or 24 hours. And it was great! I didn’t go anywhere. However, I did work my butt off cleaning the house and getting ready for the holiday (which means company coming to visit).
Monday I went back to work. You know me; I’m not one to give into hyperbole. So trust me when I say, Monday was the hardest, longest, hardest day of my life. It was one long, hard day. Apparently, I’m still feeling the effects of brain-mush.
I arrived late (that’s not really a new thing. Although I was hoping the week vacation would have helped motivate me getting up in the morning. It did not). I turned on the light to my windowless office and sighed. It looked so dark. I wondered if it always looks that dark (it does. My office mate is one of those “IT” people who hate artificial light. She had maintenance loosen the fluorescent light bulbs above her head so that they won’t turn on. Her side of the office is always darker. Plus, she’s on vacation so it felt extra dark.)
After sitting for a few moments staring at my blank computer monitor I realized it helps if I turn it on. NO! I wasn’t that bad. Almost, but not quite. I remembered how to turn on my computer.
However, one of the many chiefs came in to my office before 9:00 (seriously, who comes in with a problem before 9:00 Monday morning?!) She explained the situation to me. It sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher talking – “waa, waa, waaa, waa, waa, waa, waa.” Let’s just say, there was a problem and if there was a giant finger pointing, it was in my direction. Dangme.
So everything I planned to do –to get caught up – was put on hold. I had to figure out the problem. Not to toot my horn, but I worked out a solution…Tuesday at 4:30. But this blog isn’t about how awesome I am for figuring it out. Although at 4:30 I really wanted to do cartwheels down the hall.
This blog is actually about the fact that I live about 14 minutes away from work. Ten minutes into my drive home on Monday my mush-for-brain realized I left my phone at work. There was an internal debate on whether I should go back for it or not. Thirteen minutes into my commute I finally turned around. I couldn’t imagine going a whole evening without my phone. It has worked its way into my life and made itself indispensable. Way to go, iPhone! And a little unnerving. I keep thinking of the villain in Spiderman 2. Remember Doc Ock? How those mechanical tentacle things overtook him and he became evil? I don’t think my phone will make me do evil things. Although, I wonder how that excuse would go over: my phone made me do it!
But I do think I rely on my phone too much.
The remedy? I’m going to unplug this weekend. Or, actually, I’m going to leave it plugged into the wall. It’s my goal to not look at my phone once after I leave work on Friday until Monday morning. Can I do it? I think I can get along without my actual phone features okay; it’s the 10,000 Facebook checks that might kill me.
If I’m successful, I’ll report back on Monday. If not, this blog never happened.
Wish me luck!
I’ve had my iPhone for awhile now. I knew when I purchased it that it was a little too much phone for me. But I decided to splurge so that I wouldn’t have to buy another phone for a few years. That’s how I roll.
I showed it off to a friend shortly after I received it. At this moment, I can’t remember which friend I had the following conversation with.
I love my iPhone
It’s so pretty.
My iPhone knows
It’s smarter than me.
That’s okay though
I do not mind.
It keeps me from
Falling way behind.
Ask me for the time
I will whip it out to share
With the slick casing
Remember to do it with care.
A group message comes
First, see who it’s by
And send a private note
Instead of hitting reply.
Took some getting used to.
It changes my quirks
Into something new.
I typed (because I’m droll):
Okes dokes lil smokes!
Ike’s domes I’ll smokes!
And if I forget
To click it off like a dummy
It takes my picture
So, I post it for all to see.
A couple of exciting things have happened this week already. First of all, I became a great-aunt the second time over. My niece, Nicola, gave birth to a healthy baby girl in the wee hours Monday morning.