My phone sucks. I have an android. I probably should get an iPhone but I have an android. And my husband isn’t ready for a new phone yet. Because we already have an established hand me down system; he gets a new phone, I get his old phone and my son gets my phone. My phone obviously is not aware of the timing issue because it started being stupid.
First I couldn’t access my photos. Then I couldn’t even take a picture. One morning I wasn’t able to access my work email which meant I had to be at work at 8 am instead of a bit later if my morning was free. Then the absolute worst happened – right in the middle of playing a game, my phone would freeze up and I would have to stop playing.
My husband said he could fix it and asked if I could leave it with him for the day. Later he called and asked me for my email password. When I told him, he said I had to spell it – twice- and then told me it was a stupid password. Now, my thinking is that if you have a made up name that you have to spell, well, that is a damn good password. Besides it’s not like he has to use it everyday.
I got my phone back, was told it was fixed.
But it wasn’t. I didn’t get any text messages the next morning so my phone obviously is not working. When I looked more closely, I discovered I had 8 contacts. I was pretty sure I had more than that. I texted my husband and told him I had 8 contacts and he was not one of them. Then I emailed three people (including my husband) and asked them to text me so I was sure it worked.
Text from my daughter: HI Mom! I love you!
Text from my friend: Hope you are having a good day!
Text from my husband: Did you overdraft the bank card again? I texted back and told him I was expecting something along the lines of “I love you.” He texted back that I was not to use the bank card again. (I guess that is how my husband tells me he loves me in his own special way).
At least my camera is working and I have all my photos back. And while I did have all my games, I was pretty pissed that I had to start over on all them. Back to level 1. I was at level 610. Sigh. I think it’s time my husband got a new phone.