Goodbye BlackBerry, hello iPhone

So yeah, I finally did it. This is my first blog post from my iPhone. I fear it will be filled with typos since I hate touch screens and the words I want just aren’t being properly typed. I miss buttons. I love buttons. Why can’t they all have buttons? Can they please make an iPhone with buttons?

Now I find myself riddled with questions. Like should I get insurance on my phone? Or AppleCare? What apps should I get? Should I use iMessage or just turn it off? How do I preserve the battery life on my phone? How do I type better with this stupid touch screen?

It’s been less than 24 hours since I got this phone. How long does it take the average person to get used to it? And is there such a thing as blackberry withdrawal? Because I believe that may be what I am now experiencing. Is it weird that I’m using a picture of my blackberry as my wallpaper for my iPhone?

What kind of phone should I get?

It’s getting to that point.  Well that point was here like a year ago.  It’s way past that point now.  But I have to get a new phone.  It’s ridiculous the amount of times I attempt to do something and that little clock icon is in the middle of my screen and everything is frozen.  It’s finally time.  I don’t have to put up with this anymore.

But because I’m so indecisive and clueless about technology, I still have no idea what phone to get.  I was thinking an iPhone.  But then there’s also the Samsung Galaxy.  And I’ve even heard good things about the new Blackberry Z10.  Although the only reason I like Blackberry is because I like the keypad.  But the new Blackberry is a touch screen phone.  So what’s the point?  Take away the one thing I love about it?  No thank you.

But what the hell should I get?  What’s the easiest one to use?  I need something very user friendly.  What phone will I bitch about the least?  That’s the phone I want.  One that will cause me to never again write another blog post about how much I hate my phone.  Does such a phone exist?  Or will I just never be happy?

It’s over

I think it’s finally time.  I think I’ve finally had enough.  I thought we’d be together forever.  Or at least a little longer.  I guess I’ve known for a while now that things haven’t been working out between us.  They haven’t been the same as they used to.  But I feel like there was once a time where I was happy with you and didn’t want you to ever leave my side.  I still don’t want you to leave my side, but I know very soon that I may have to ask you to do so.  Because I need better.  I deserve better.

I don’t ask that much of you.  At least I don’t think I do.  Certainly no more than other people in similar situations do.  All around me, I see people who have it better than I do.  They look at you with judging eyes and wonder what I’m even doing with you.  They tell me that I can do a lot better.  And they even make suggestions, telling me that it’s time to leave you behind and move on.  But I haven’t listened.  I’ve told them I was content with what we have, and I’ve defended you when they’ve mocked you.  They just don’t understand.  I thought maybe they were jealous of my ability to cope with all that you’ve put me through.  But maybe they were just tired of seeing me suffer for so long.

You have put me through a lot.  Caused unnecessary stress and frustration in my life that could have otherwise been avoided had you just been willing to cooperate with me.  I don’t know why you began to refuse so many times.  Trying to get information out of you is just such a chore and you’re so unwilling to provide me with what I need.  You know I have needs and they are not being met.  With you, I am constantly left unsatisfied, more often than not.  And it’s a shame because I wish that we could make things work.

I’ve tried so hard to hold on to you and to what we have but I think the time to listen to my peers and get rid of you is approaching.  Not today.  Not tomorrow.  But soon.  I know that I can be needy sometimes, but you’re supposed to be there for me and you aren’t so I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do.  I need better.  You can’t keep up with me and my demands and so I’m going to have to find another.  I’m sorry if you think that I’m being unreasonable but you should have seen this coming.

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In other words, I’m seriously considering getting rid of my Blackberry and getting an iPhone.

My phone is dying

After the last time my blackberry refused to charge, it eventually worked after being rebooted several times. But now it’s happened again and it still won’t charge, even after rebooting. It may be that the battery’s just beyond the point where its chargeable. So to make matters worse, I thought I’d go ahead and use up more of its battery life by writing this blog post. Counterintuitive, I know. But I may as well use it while I can.

The broken door and the broken phone

As you know from my earlier post today, my phone refused to charge last night. I went to Rogers on my way home today and the guy said to take out the battery and do a reboot and that should fix it. He took it and did so. I’d been reluctant to do it myself all day because I knew it would drain the battery even more and I wanted it to last me throughout the day. But he’d gone and done it and there was nothing I could do. When it had rebooted, the battery was essentially dead, my phone flashing, with insufficient coverage to do anything.

We talked about new phones and whether or not I had credit and that blackberry would come out with something new next year. I’m still confused about whether or not I have any credit at the moment. But apparently I have to wait ten months to receive a full credit. Whatever that means. I feel like that’s what they told me ten months ago. What kind of game is this?

I missed a bus since I had stopped at Rogers. But it was okay, another one came. Except it wasn’t okay. Because when we got to the next stop, the front door somehow broke. It wouldn’t close. We sat there for a while, waiting as the driver fiddled with it. He then announced that we’d have to wait because it was broken. And then finally he told us we would have to get off the bus because he couldn’t go anywhere if his door wouldn’t close.

And so we all made our way off. To add insult to injury, the back door closed in front of me while I was trying to get off. We were forced to wait for the next one. The driver eventually managed to pull the door closed. And then he drove away. Wait, what? I was very confused. The reason we had to get off was because the door wouldn’t close and so he couldn’t drive. But he got it closed. And then he drove. Could we not have gotten back on it since he was now able to drive again? I don’t understand!

The thing that bothered me most about this whole ordeal was not the fact that the door broke and made me wait. It was the fact that I couldn’t use my phone while I waited. So I couldn’t facebook or tweet or text or blog about it to complain. It’s as though Translink and blackberry have both joined forces to conspire against me. Do I even stand a chance?

My phone won’t charge

When I came home last night, I plugged in my phone to charge overnight, as I often do.  The battery life sucks and so I usually have to charge it everyday.  When I woke up this morning, I checked it and the battery life was still exactly where it had been last night.  Sometimes this happens because the outlet in my room suck and it becomes unplugged, and therefore does not charge.  But that was not the case this time.  It was still plugged in and still indicated that it was charging.  But it wasn’t.  What the fuck?

I’m worried now.  The battery life is more than half gone already.  I’ve turned off my phone for now in order to preserve it.  What’s annoying is that today I would have actually made a few calls and such but now I won’t because I don’t want to phone to die.  I also have a lot of pictures on my phone that I’ve yet to post or do anything with and I do not want to lose them.  Blogging from my phone is out of the question at this point.

What’s going to happen?  When the battery life finally dies, which will most probably definitely happen later today, will it just never turn back on?  Why won’t it charge?  It’s always charged in the past.  Very slowly, but eventually.  Why not now?  Is the battery just dead?  Or unchargeable somehow?  What do I do?  I’m sort of internally freaking out about it.  My phone and I have always had our differences, but this is just an all new low.  I haven’t even dropped it recently so what’s the deal?

I suppose I’ll take it to Rogers later and complain.  And most likely they will do nothing or try to sell me a battery that’s almost the price of a phone.  Is this a sign that I should just give up the blackberry?  But I’ve stuck with for so long, despite all its problems.  I don’t want to conform to the masses.  I hate touch screens.  I like being able to push actual buttons.  I could never have that with an iPhone.  Why is my blackberry such a bitch?

I had a new blog post to publish and all I needed to do was add a photo but my phone sucks and it got deleted

I’m annoyed.

I just tried publishing the blog post I wrote this morning but a server error occurred. I hate my phone.

I flushed peace down the toilet

I’ve been having a lot of trouble with toilets lately.  Don’t worry, it’s nothing gross.  I haven’t clogged one or anything.  Yet.  Things just tend to fall in there.  Things that have no place being in a toilet.  Things that I love.  And I find this very sad and upsetting.  I feel like life is implying that the things I love are crappy.

You may already know that my blackberry fell in the toilet last week, resulting in me spending two and a half days without it while it had the moisture sucked out of it by a bunch of uncooked rice.  It is now working again and I vowed I would never drop it again, at least not in the toilet.  It’s just a shame I didn’t extend that vow to any of my other possessions.

What did I drop this time?  Nothing valuable.  So it’s really not a big deal.  But I still can’t believe I managed to drop two things in a toilet within a span of six days.  Is this a new trend for me?  I don’t want to be that person.  How do I stop this from happening?

Anyway, what I lost in the toilet this time was an earring.  Luckily, it was a cheap earring.  I believe I got them on sale at Claire’s.  And I don’t wear them often.  They are one of my more childish pairs of earrings I suppose.  But I’ve always loved earrings and wearing random ones.  These particular ones are shaped like peace signs.  And I wonder if this is a sign of some sort, like an indication that I will never have peace in my life or something.

When it fell in, I hesitated.  With my blackberry, I reached in to retrieve it right away.  With the earring, I thought about it, almost retrieved it, then reconsidered, then thought about it again.  And came to the conclusion that it wasn’t worth it.  It was tiny, harder to pick up than a phone.  And I would have had to roll and my sleeves and just really didn’t feel like bothering.  I’m constantly losing and breaking earrings anyway.  I’d just never lost one this way before.

So yeah, I flushed the peace sign earring down the toilet.  The other one still remains, never to be worn again.  Although I suppose I could try and rock the look of wearing just the one?  I’ve done that before unknowingly when I’ve lost an earring.  But yeah.  I feel like this might be a metaphor for life.  Peace is often just within our reach, but we’re often not willing to do what it takes to attain it, and allow it to slip away.  Or in this case, be flushed away.

My remaining peace sign earring. Currently feeling lonely after losing it's partner to the toilet.

Reunited and it feels so good

I am very please to inform you that my phone has made a full recovery.  This morning before I left for work, in an extremely cautious and panic ridden state, I removed my blackberry and battery from the container of rice in which they rested.  I then carefully inserted the battery.  And attached the back of the phone.  And then I waited as it rebooted.  And after waiting, I saw that oh so familiar flash of red light once again.  And I tested it, checked my new texts, bbm, and facebook messages.  All seemed to work fine.  And so I did what I do best.  I updated my facebook status and tweeted using my phone.

It was a very painstaking two and a half days that we spent apart, neither of us knowing our fate.  I’m glad that I waited, to be sure that it would recover.  Had I been too eager, things may not have worked out so well.  The time apart has been good for us.  I used to just focus on how horrible it had been to me and blamed it for everything.  But I do realize now that I may have been too needy.  I rely on it to do its job, yes.  But I don’t need it every second and I don’t need to be tweeting and texting constantly, at a pace that it may not be able to keep up with.

People have said that I could do a lot better than this phone.  And I know they’re probably right.  But I’ve made my decision.  When it was buried in the rice and I was waiting for it to recover, I wanted it to get better.  Having it not recover would have been the perfect excuse to finally trade up and be done with it once and for all.  But that was not what I had hoped for.  I knew I needed more time with it before I could move on.

As an exercise in trust, I took it with me into the bathroom.  Into the very same stall in which it fell in the toilet.  But I made sure to transfer it carefully from my pocket to my purse right away, in order to avoid disaster.  This allowed for me to prove that I will no longer be as careless as I once was.  It would have been very sad had I made the same mistake yet again.  But I didn’t.  Because I’m better now.  We’re better now.

I’ve decided to keep the phone out of its case for now.  I know this seems counterintuitive, as the case is there in order to protect it.  But this is not necessary.  Because I’m here to protect it.  And I like it better without the case.  It’s lighter and more sleek and easier to handle.  The case was only weighing it down, not allowing it to reach its full potential.  Also I think I may have lost the case.

The strange thing is that I can’t recall it freezing on me today.  It’s almost as if it’s working better after what its been through.  Maybe it’s afraid that if it doesn’t shape up, it might meet the same fate once more.  I can imagine that falling in a toilet and then being completely buried in rice for an undetermined amount of time would be highly traumatic.  Or maybe that time away from me has just allowed it time to reflect on its actions and make the decision to be better for me.  Whatever the reason, I appreciate it and I hope it lasts.  At least until I can get credit for an upgrade.

My blackberry is out of the rice and back in my hand where it belongs.