I’ve come to realize now that I’m over the age of 40, own my own home and have it fully furnished, that shopping isn’t as much fun as it used to be.
These days, everything I admire has to pass the “Is it a want or a need?” test. Frankly, my walls have no more room for pictures or paintings, my floors have no more space for furniture and my kitchen cupboards have no more space for stoneware baking dishes or coffee mugs. I don’t even drink coffee, but that’s a blog topic for another day!
My purse, on the other hand, had room for a new cell phone. Well, that’s just a small excuse, really, for my new “so-technically-advanced-it-scares-me” gadget.
To think, two years ago I was the proud owner of a chunky Nokia cell phone that met my most basic need … to call and receive calls.
I traded that ancient device in for a touchscreen cell phone with a slide-out keyboard that was the envy of my niece, Jessie. (She helped me choose the new cell phone so she wouldn’t be embarrassed to see me talking on the old Nokia.)
With the notification that my cell phone contract was up, I ventured into the local cell phone shop on Saturday all by myself. I was determined not to let the fear of these new-fangled devices get the better of me.
I knew exactly what I wanted … a new phone to be able to view the Daily Globe website, update it as needed, post photos on the web and on Facebook and access all three of my email accounts with the simple touch of a button.
I know, I know, nothing is ever that simple!
For starters, I had no idea there were so many options to choose from. I have friends who will use nothing but an iPhone, and others who say the Droid is the best.
Needless to say, I was conflicted.
I know people who are so indecisive it drives me bonkers, and I was trying not to be that way with the salesperson. My greatest dilemma was deciding to keep the slide-out keyboard or go to a completely touchscreen model. I saved $50 by going to the touchscreen, and I haven’t used my new phone enough to say I regret the decision.
(I’m sure it will come, one day!)
Now, I suppose it would be normal for a person, after purchasing a new electronic gadget, to leave the store with a smile. I’m pretty sure, however, that the security cameras captured my expression of fear as I walked out of the cell phone store.
I was on my own, with a new cell phone, a few basic pointers and a how-to book.
Any guess as to how long it took for me to return to the cell phone store with a question? Less than 24 hours!
The cell phone place transferred all of my cell phone contacts when I’d purchased the phone, but I managed to mess things up when I set up my email and Facebook accounts. Suddenly, the 88 phone numbers in my contact list grew to 392 names. My phone had synched all my Facebook friends with all of my email contacts and all of my phone numbers. Yikes!
I spent at least two hours trying to undo the mess, and when I took the phone back to the shop, it took the guy less than 10 seconds to clear up the problem. Yeah, I felt stupid!
The phone now sits on my desk at work as if to say, “Come on, let’s see how you can mess me up again!”
I have a feeling this is going to be an ongoing duel to see how long my patience lasts. So far, it’s cell phone: 2; me: 0.
Oh, and if I hang up on you, it’s certainly not on purpose. I’m still trying to figure out how to answer my phone.