Awww, man… they gave me this??
OK now, this is firewood related and I’ll tell you why before I start the rant. I work alone 99.9% of the time; when I’m in the woodlot my only “lifeline” if something should “go wrong” is my cell phone. I know that’s not ideal, that I may not be able to get to it, or I may be unconscious, but it’s way better than no lifeline.
Because I spend so much time on the road my phone is supplied to my by my work; every 18 months or so they come take my phone away and hand me a new one (we’re a US Cellular Agent). I get no choice in what phone or when, but I’m not complainin’ ‘bout that… I mean, how can I? It cost’s me nothing and I can use it as my personal phone off-hours. They’ve always handed my some sort of rubber armored “mil-spec” or “robust” flip phone with real buttons and such… I’d carry it in my pocket, drop it in mud and snow, sit on it, and generally abuse the crap out’a it. Two days ago they come take my phone and hand me this Android “smart phone” thing with a glass front touch screen… no friggin’ buttons. I’m told it’s time for me to move into the 21st century … be “more connected” and accessible.
This thing is a royal PITA. My scared up, twisted, callused, knarly, fat fingers can’t push the correct spot to save my soul. I’m callin’ people when I don’t want to call anyone, I call the wrong person when I do try to call someone, and tryin’ to navigate through all that crap takes forever ‘cause I keep hittin’ the wrong thing. Yesterday I deleted my entire phone book… all my business and customer contacts, all my personal contacts, everything! Over twenty years of data gone in less than a second. And I can’t get ‘em back because they tell me the phone hadn’t had time to “sync” yet (what the hell does that mean?). I’m constantly afraid I’m gonna’ break the darn thing… looks about as tough as a cracked egg to me. For the first time I complained about the phone handed me, they just smiled and told me it takes a bit of time to get used to it… and then started showing me all the cool things it can do. C’mon, it’s supposed to be a phone… ya’ know? It’s supposed to ring when someone calls, not play me a tune or lookup my GPS location.
Awww, man… if anything ever should “go wrong” I’ll probably bleed (or starve) to death before I can make it dial anyone. Just a heads-up for ya’ if I quit posting on here for more than a couple days… please call my wife and tell her to go look for me in the woodlot, would ya?
OK now, this is firewood related and I’ll tell you why before I start the rant. I work alone 99.9% of the time; when I’m in the woodlot my only “lifeline” if something should “go wrong” is my cell phone. I know that’s not ideal, that I may not be able to get to it, or I may be unconscious, but it’s way better than no lifeline.
Because I spend so much time on the road my phone is supplied to my by my work; every 18 months or so they come take my phone away and hand me a new one (we’re a US Cellular Agent). I get no choice in what phone or when, but I’m not complainin’ ‘bout that… I mean, how can I? It cost’s me nothing and I can use it as my personal phone off-hours. They’ve always handed my some sort of rubber armored “mil-spec” or “robust” flip phone with real buttons and such… I’d carry it in my pocket, drop it in mud and snow, sit on it, and generally abuse the crap out’a it. Two days ago they come take my phone and hand me this Android “smart phone” thing with a glass front touch screen… no friggin’ buttons. I’m told it’s time for me to move into the 21st century … be “more connected” and accessible.
This thing is a royal PITA. My scared up, twisted, callused, knarly, fat fingers can’t push the correct spot to save my soul. I’m callin’ people when I don’t want to call anyone, I call the wrong person when I do try to call someone, and tryin’ to navigate through all that crap takes forever ‘cause I keep hittin’ the wrong thing. Yesterday I deleted my entire phone book… all my business and customer contacts, all my personal contacts, everything! Over twenty years of data gone in less than a second. And I can’t get ‘em back because they tell me the phone hadn’t had time to “sync” yet (what the hell does that mean?). I’m constantly afraid I’m gonna’ break the darn thing… looks about as tough as a cracked egg to me. For the first time I complained about the phone handed me, they just smiled and told me it takes a bit of time to get used to it… and then started showing me all the cool things it can do. C’mon, it’s supposed to be a phone… ya’ know? It’s supposed to ring when someone calls, not play me a tune or lookup my GPS location.
Awww, man… if anything ever should “go wrong” I’ll probably bleed (or starve) to death before I can make it dial anyone. Just a heads-up for ya’ if I quit posting on here for more than a couple days… please call my wife and tell her to go look for me in the woodlot, would ya?
