My Cell Phone—The Rhoid!

About a year ago, I bought a new cell phone, its name rhymes with hemorrhoid, which also serves as a perfect metaphor as it is a pain in the ass( the phone will hereto be referred to as The Rhoid).  Recently, this wonderful device began to tell me that I am out of memory space.  After numerous attempts to clear thousands of megabytes of useless apps (whatever happened to phones that just make phone calls?), the Rhoid continues to give me this message.

Ok, I am no techno-geek, however, I am somewhat technology savvy, I do have a website after all.  Searching the web for answers was fruitless and was frustrating. This situation was certainly beyond my understanding and required someone who is more egghead savvy than I.  So, my best option was to go down to the cell store where I purchased this magical device and get technical service.

Once inside the store you pick up your number and you wait for what seems like an eternity to get to speak with one of these young technological saviors.  Of course, adorning all the walls of this store is all the latest and greatest new gadgets.  They don’t even offer coffee, hell, at least I get that when getting my oil changed or taking the dog to the vet!

After my number is called, I step up to the counter and proceed to tell this young person my troubles.  He takes the “Rhoid” from me and begins his examination, after numerous ahs and hmms the young man handed the phone back to me and said, “I am not sure how to fix this”.  Seriously!!!!!   After quizzing him as to why not he told me that this model of phone is over a year and a half old and there have been at least three new models since.

After further prodding, I discover that this young techie has only been at the store for six months and had no training on my “Rhoid, as did no one else in the store.  So, what this tells me is that I need to change my cell phone as frequently as I change my socks (which by the way is daily).  Within a very short period these devices become obsolete and you must buy the next 2.0 to100.0 version.  As customers, we buy something that has designed obsoletion and within a very short time period is out of vogue.

As kid growing up, I remember the phone on the wall, it lasted for years.  Now, granted, it didn’t provide games, the latest pop-culture news, and it didn’t give you the latest Kardashian quote, it just made freakin phone calls.  I never had to check to see how many bars I had, bars were the place where drunks hung out.

Once again corporations have found another way of controlling my life, taking my money without even so much as dinner or a kiss.  I guess the only reasonable solution is to step back into the stone ages and buy a pay-as-you-go flip phone.  Eeeech, how barbaric!

Talk to Ya Soon!

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