RIP My Phone
RIP My awesome phone, my red Razor.
I am so freakin' mad. It's my own fault, really. I am mightily sick and not thinking quite right. I bought myself some miso soup for dinner and was in the office preparing to eat it when my boss called and told me to look something up for her. When I went to grab the binder, another binder fell with it, knocking my soup everywhere. I was less upset about my scalded knee than my cell phone, which happened to be OPEN.
Shit shit shit!
It now dials 9 over and over again, which is semi-okay because 9 is speed dial for Ben, so at least I got to talk to him once before I had to turn it off forever.
Now, here's the thing: When I go to the Sprint store tomorrow (which is basically like the DMV if it were in hell and had cell phones) do I tell them I messed up the phone in the hopes they will be able to fix it? Or do I tell them I have no idea what happened? I'm leaning toward option 2.
BOOOOOOURNS.
I will probably have to purchase another phone...either that or I can use the crappy one Ben has from his sprint calling plan. But I loved my Razor, I did.
Another bad thing: I had a text message in there from a woman who wanted to talk to me about a job opportunity. We were supposed to meet tomorrow, but I cancelled because I felt sick. She texted me to reschedule, but I never got a response...either I will look like a jerk for not texting her back, or she will meet me somewhere because she thinks she texted me a location, or...ugh, I don't even know. I don't have her # anymore because she wasn't yet saved as a contact...just had a saved text from her.
I'm beyond upset. Also I'm poor. Sigh.
I am so freakin' mad. It's my own fault, really. I am mightily sick and not thinking quite right. I bought myself some miso soup for dinner and was in the office preparing to eat it when my boss called and told me to look something up for her. When I went to grab the binder, another binder fell with it, knocking my soup everywhere. I was less upset about my scalded knee than my cell phone, which happened to be OPEN.
Shit shit shit!
It now dials 9 over and over again, which is semi-okay because 9 is speed dial for Ben, so at least I got to talk to him once before I had to turn it off forever.
Now, here's the thing: When I go to the Sprint store tomorrow (which is basically like the DMV if it were in hell and had cell phones) do I tell them I messed up the phone in the hopes they will be able to fix it? Or do I tell them I have no idea what happened? I'm leaning toward option 2.
BOOOOOOURNS.
I will probably have to purchase another phone...either that or I can use the crappy one Ben has from his sprint calling plan. But I loved my Razor, I did.
Another bad thing: I had a text message in there from a woman who wanted to talk to me about a job opportunity. We were supposed to meet tomorrow, but I cancelled because I felt sick. She texted me to reschedule, but I never got a response...either I will look like a jerk for not texting her back, or she will meet me somewhere because she thinks she texted me a location, or...ugh, I don't even know. I don't have her # anymore because she wasn't yet saved as a contact...just had a saved text from her.
I'm beyond upset. Also I'm poor. Sigh.