Nothing quite like the feeling of your cell phone cracking into pieces under your foot first thing in the morning now, is there? Now, you gotta understand I live by my cell phone. I do engineering support for a living. I’m the go-to guy for my group 24×7. I’m never off-call. When they can’t find […]
Nothing quite like the feeling of your cell phone cracking into pieces under your foot first thing in the morning now, is there?
Now, you gotta understand I live by my cell phone. I do engineering support for a living. I’m the go-to guy for my group 24×7. I’m never off-call. When they can’t find key people, I’m on the short list of who do ya call.
I get sms text alerts when machines go down. I get sms text messages asking for help. And of course, I get texts from friends all day long.
I pretty much always have my phone in my pocket, and feel disconnected when it’s not within reach. I don’t know how I managed before cell phones. Really, I no longer need a land-line, I never give my regular number out anymore.
So after making coffee this morning, I went to get my cell out of the pocket of my jeans; only I was wearing shorts with no pockets and needed my hands free for something or other, and mindlessly tucked my hone in the waist band of my shorts, where it stayed securely for about 3 seconds.
I’ve dropped my phone a million times, and it’s beat up as hell, but still works fine. I tell ya, I’d buy another LG phone. They’re durable. And it was fine this time too; battery popped off, and the phone flipped open, but no big deal.
Only I was in mid-stride and… And.
I tried to avoid it. There was that split second and doing a bizarre off-balance tap-dance, like when you realize you’re about to tread on the cat, or boot the baby who’s not where she was expected to be. So I wound up doing a bizarre stompy dance on top of my fucking phone.
Surprisingly, the phone itself is in pretty good shape. I didn’t crack the display, nor break the keypad. All of it looks, pretty much, good as new. Only the top and bottom are now wholly autonomous units, no longer joined with a plastic hinge, or any sort of cable.
The super-fine ribbon cable that, til recently, made these things one integrated system now looks like it’s been rat-chewed.
I’m cut off from my world. No sms. No calls. No fuckin’ nuthin. AND, I doubt they’ll be able to download the contact list.
Do me a favor, k? Email me your cell numbers. I’m trying to scrounge a replacement phone as I type this, but re-constructing my contact list is gonna be the big issue now. On the other hand, if I can just get on the list for the new ROKR, maybe this is a good thing, soon as they start to be available…
I have danced on many a cell phone in my day and to date the most crash worthy phone I ever had was my old Nextel i1000+. The damn thing went in water, mud, my purse (ugh) my medic bag and 1000 other places it never should have survived.
Kudos to destroying yours. I have destroyed 9 in total so far. I’m currently shooting for #10 as we speak.
i think the ROKR came out on the 8th
as for me, I wish I’d gone with a Nokia.
I wound up select a MOTO phone; there’s a limited choice set that 1) had bluetooth, 2) were on my plan and 3) are suppported by apple’s address book auto-sync. But I wanna maintain my address book in one place, and this lets me do it wirelessly. It’ll work. B^)