Really, Kate? Really?
I tend to jump through hoops in order to avoid an unpleasant task and sometimes I find myself jumping through more hoops than necessary and realize at the end of the hoopla that I should have done the unpleasant task rather than waste all that energy with the hoops. If I just did what originally needed to be done my life would be simpler, more relaxing, hoop-free. And I wouldn’t say I’m stubborn or full of pride; I would say I’m lazy.
la⋅zy [ley-zee] (from Dictionary.com)
-adjective
1. averse or disinclined to work, activity, or exertion; indolent.
2. causing idleness or indolence: a hot, lazy afternoon.
3. slow-moving; sluggish: a lazy stream.
4. (of a livestock brand) placed on its side instead of upright.
That last definition just might sum me up perfectly.
Let me prove to you my complete and utter uselessness laziness. I’ll do this with the evidence of my cell phone.
Once upon a time I receive a Rumor LG for $50 because for three years I torture myself with a phone I hate but never think to get an upgrade that I deserve. So mom and dad take me to the Sprint store and I pick out a texting phone.
A texting phone is the perfect mix of being social and anti-social at the same time. I no longer always have to make voice calls (social) and can text instead (antisocial). Eventually as the Rumor becomes less popular and iPhones and Blackberrys take over the market, texting (once antisocial) becomes social. Texting is social because Blackberry/iPhone involvement can lean dangerously close to antisocial like when you’re having a conversation with someone at dinner but they are updating their Facebook status neglecting their food and you. Facebook (antisocial) can’t talk back to you right away and a text message (social) can.
The Rumor comes in two colors, white or black/blue. I want the white. They don’t have the white in stock but they could order it and call me when it comes in and I could swing by and pick it up later in the week.
I leave with the black/blue.
And that’s when the whole cell phone laziness begins.
During the first year with my Rumor I notice the battery charge isn’t holding as long as it used to. Sure the days of charging it once every other day are long gone but I am lucky if my battery lasts through one conversation with Maeve. It finally gets to the point that action needs to be taken.
The unpleasant task: Take the phone to the Sprint Repair shop.
What Katie did: Carried her phone charger with her constantly instead.
I figure, I’ll charge the cell at my desk and at home. If I get a call I will hunch over the power surge in my bedroom and talk, aimlessly picking at my carpet during the phone conversation. Eventually the phone dies upon unplugging it and trying to plug it in somewhere else. My time is up. I need to take it in. I have no choice.
So I begrudgingly trudge the four blocks to the Sprint store. Oh yeah. The Sprint store. Yeah that sucker is only four blocks away from the Surge. Has been the whole time I had the Rumor. Yeah I knew the store was there too but you have to understand it’s four blocks. Four. Yeah I don’t understand it either, I’ll voluntarily run nine miles but I won’t walk four blocks.
They replace the battery for free and I go back to charging every other day. After awhile even the task of charging seems arduous and I try to avoid it at all costs. Apparently my port becomes askew and plugging the charger in doesn’t work unless I twist the wire around in odd directions, wrap it around my cell, place it carefully on the ground, and walk away from it like I was creeping away from a sleeping tiger.
One day I pull out the charger and the important metal parts stay lodged in my phone. After surgically removing the metal shards I discard the charger telling Steve I will purchase a new one at the Sprint store the next time I am at the Surge.
The unpleasant task: Buy a new charger.
What Katie did: Shared with Steve since his charger fit in hers too.
Eventually I get a new charger after many weekends of Steve forgetting the charger at work and both our phones running out of batteries and not being able to be reached in case of an emergency. We were lucky because there were no emergencies. About a month ago, while in Best Buy, I break down and purchase a charger and I am relieved not to have to walk those four blocks.
Until today when wrapping the wires and placing heavy books on top of the phone doesn’t make it charge. I finally throw my hands up and loudly exclaim, “I can’t take it anymore! I just can’t stand one more MacGyver contraption to make this thing charge! I’m walking the four blocks!” I barge into bossdad’s office begging him to let me run to the Sprint store, he obliges, and ten minutes later I am walking out of the Sprint store with a brand new phone.
The nice customer rep even asks me if I want a Blackberry and I quickly shake my head. I explain to her that if I get a Blackberry then people would expect more social behavior from me like going on Facebook on a regular basis and actually checking the emails they take the time to send me. I ask her if I could get another Rumor. She says absolutely and gives me a choice of THREE colors! I look down at them and say, “red’s cool.” She informs me that it isn’t red but orange. “Orange’s cool.” She says she will have to check if they still have orange and naturally I say, “blue’s cool too. You know whatever is in stock is cool with me.”
So I leave with orange.
When I get back to the Surge I have to re-download my ringtones and as they play back they sound awful, far away, and static-y. I play other sounds and they’re fine. I turn the phone over in my hands thinking about my next move.
The unpleasant task: Bring back the phone.
What Katie will do: Play the ringtones until she gets used to the shitty sound quality and it doesn’t bother her anymore.
la⋅zy [ley-zee] (from Dictionary.com)
-adjective
1. averse or disinclined to work, activity, or exertion; indolent.
2. causing idleness or indolence: a hot, lazy afternoon.
3. slow-moving; sluggish: a lazy stream.
4. (of a livestock brand) placed on its side instead of upright.
That last definition just might sum me up perfectly.
Let me prove to you my complete and utter uselessness laziness. I’ll do this with the evidence of my cell phone.
Once upon a time I receive a Rumor LG for $50 because for three years I torture myself with a phone I hate but never think to get an upgrade that I deserve. So mom and dad take me to the Sprint store and I pick out a texting phone.
A texting phone is the perfect mix of being social and anti-social at the same time. I no longer always have to make voice calls (social) and can text instead (antisocial). Eventually as the Rumor becomes less popular and iPhones and Blackberrys take over the market, texting (once antisocial) becomes social. Texting is social because Blackberry/iPhone involvement can lean dangerously close to antisocial like when you’re having a conversation with someone at dinner but they are updating their Facebook status neglecting their food and you. Facebook (antisocial) can’t talk back to you right away and a text message (social) can.
The Rumor comes in two colors, white or black/blue. I want the white. They don’t have the white in stock but they could order it and call me when it comes in and I could swing by and pick it up later in the week.
I leave with the black/blue.
And that’s when the whole cell phone laziness begins.
During the first year with my Rumor I notice the battery charge isn’t holding as long as it used to. Sure the days of charging it once every other day are long gone but I am lucky if my battery lasts through one conversation with Maeve. It finally gets to the point that action needs to be taken.
The unpleasant task: Take the phone to the Sprint Repair shop.
What Katie did: Carried her phone charger with her constantly instead.
I figure, I’ll charge the cell at my desk and at home. If I get a call I will hunch over the power surge in my bedroom and talk, aimlessly picking at my carpet during the phone conversation. Eventually the phone dies upon unplugging it and trying to plug it in somewhere else. My time is up. I need to take it in. I have no choice.
So I begrudgingly trudge the four blocks to the Sprint store. Oh yeah. The Sprint store. Yeah that sucker is only four blocks away from the Surge. Has been the whole time I had the Rumor. Yeah I knew the store was there too but you have to understand it’s four blocks. Four. Yeah I don’t understand it either, I’ll voluntarily run nine miles but I won’t walk four blocks.
They replace the battery for free and I go back to charging every other day. After awhile even the task of charging seems arduous and I try to avoid it at all costs. Apparently my port becomes askew and plugging the charger in doesn’t work unless I twist the wire around in odd directions, wrap it around my cell, place it carefully on the ground, and walk away from it like I was creeping away from a sleeping tiger.
One day I pull out the charger and the important metal parts stay lodged in my phone. After surgically removing the metal shards I discard the charger telling Steve I will purchase a new one at the Sprint store the next time I am at the Surge.
The unpleasant task: Buy a new charger.
What Katie did: Shared with Steve since his charger fit in hers too.
Eventually I get a new charger after many weekends of Steve forgetting the charger at work and both our phones running out of batteries and not being able to be reached in case of an emergency. We were lucky because there were no emergencies. About a month ago, while in Best Buy, I break down and purchase a charger and I am relieved not to have to walk those four blocks.
Until today when wrapping the wires and placing heavy books on top of the phone doesn’t make it charge. I finally throw my hands up and loudly exclaim, “I can’t take it anymore! I just can’t stand one more MacGyver contraption to make this thing charge! I’m walking the four blocks!” I barge into bossdad’s office begging him to let me run to the Sprint store, he obliges, and ten minutes later I am walking out of the Sprint store with a brand new phone.
The nice customer rep even asks me if I want a Blackberry and I quickly shake my head. I explain to her that if I get a Blackberry then people would expect more social behavior from me like going on Facebook on a regular basis and actually checking the emails they take the time to send me. I ask her if I could get another Rumor. She says absolutely and gives me a choice of THREE colors! I look down at them and say, “red’s cool.” She informs me that it isn’t red but orange. “Orange’s cool.” She says she will have to check if they still have orange and naturally I say, “blue’s cool too. You know whatever is in stock is cool with me.”
So I leave with orange.
When I get back to the Surge I have to re-download my ringtones and as they play back they sound awful, far away, and static-y. I play other sounds and they’re fine. I turn the phone over in my hands thinking about my next move.
The unpleasant task: Bring back the phone.
What Katie will do: Play the ringtones until she gets used to the shitty sound quality and it doesn’t bother her anymore.