Sixty-fifth day of work selfie

No, your eyes do not deceive you, I am indeed wearing pants.  I heard it would be cloudy and overcast today so I thought I would take a bit of a break from the dresses.  As much as I would love to live the rest of my life without having to wear pants, it’s just not that feasible.  At least I got the opportunity to wear this shiny leopard print top from Ross Dress For Less.  Yay, my outfit matches my Winners iPhone case.  I should probably switch up my phone case at some point, I’ve had this one on there for a while now.  But it’s just so sturdy and well fitted, not like other cases that can be flimsy and nondurable.  I love my phone, and when you love something, you want to protect it.  Since my top is shiny, I paired it with my shiny Aritzia sweater.  I just got these pants from Winners.  They’re not full length pants, because I refuse to wear full length pants in the summer.  Apparently I’m a size large when it comes to pants at Winners.  My leopard print heart necklace is from Payless, my earrings are from Claire’s, and my ring is from UBC.  I got my shiny bracelet at Car Free Day on Main Street on Sunday.  Shiny outfits don’t just have to be for special occasions.  Sometimes you just want to add a little sparkle on a typical Wednesday work day.

Eighteenth day of work selfie

This blue dress was the first thing I ever bought at Aritzia.  I never shop there, but I was at the mall several years ago with a couple of my friends who loved the store.  They both owned this style of dress in other colours.  I think a lot of people did at the time.  It was expensive for my price range, but this blue one happened to be on sale.  It was only like $10 off, but that was better than nothing.  I think it was $55 on sale for $45, or something like that.  I’m really glad I bought it because I’ve gotten so much use out of it over the years, and it’s my main go to casual dress when I have nothing to wear.  I got this purple sweater and the new H&M at Richmond Centre, when I decided to finally venture in there and actually try something on.  I remember trying to take a selfie in the fitting room, but I couldn’t because my phone was so full that there was no storage left even to take just one photo.  I really liked the colour, but I wasn’t a fan of the sleeves looking like they’re ripped at the cuffs.  Is that a new trend?  But I was willing to overlook it, because one can never have too many sweaters.  I got this scarf at one of the vendors in the UBC student union building a while ago.  I feel like I will never not buy scarves at UBC as long as I’m there.

An afternoon commute

I’m annoyed. Yes, I know, what else is new? But I started to write a blog post and then my stupid phone froze on me. And then when I finally got it working again, the draft wasn’t saved. And now I have to start over. Which I will. And try to remember things that happened and thoughts that I had since I was unable to write them down as they occurred.

So sometimes I do indeed end up commuting to work in the afternoon as opposed to the morning. Although I did leave the house before 12pm. But as happens every time pretty much without fail, the bus did not show up and so my commute did not begin until the afternoon. I tweeted translink to inquire about the delay, as I often tend to do, although I knew all too well that they would not get back to me until after the bus had finally shown up, at which point I would no longer be needing a response. But I did it anyway, because I could.

And so began my commute. The bus was really crowded. Why are there so many people commuting in the middle of the day? That’s annoying. There was a guy on the bus with a tattoo of a bee or some sort of insect on his neck. That would totally freak me out. I’d be afraid that it would somehow attract and draw the attention of other bees. And who would want a real bee hovering at their neck?

At the Brighouse Canada Line station, there is usually this old homeless guy asking for change. But sometimes he’s not there and it’s a woman instead. I’m used to this. One of them is always there. They don’t bother me nearly as much as the metro & 24 hours newspaper guys standing in my way shoving papers in my face. But today some lady at the station was complaining about her asking for change and saying that she had called the cops on her. She was ranting and raving about it. I thought she needed to chill out.

And it was when I got onto the train that my phone began to crap out. I got a bbm message and when I went to view it, my phone froze but continued flashing. I turned it off and on a couple times but that didn’t solve anything. I hate when it’s flashing but won’t respond to anything you press to allow you to stop it. I had no choice but to take out the battery and let it reboot. It took the entire train ride for it to reboot. Which was unfortunate because I would have like to use my phone during that time. Instead, I ate a muffin. Which people probably judged me for, as there may have been crumbs. But whatever.

The person behind me kept kicking or bumping against the seat. I hate that. But what I hated even more was when this girl walked by & totally hit me in the head with her purse. Not on purpose. At least I don’t think it was on purpose. But she just walked by & sat down as if nothing happened. How do you not realize you just hit someone in the head with your purse? Bitch. And then I judged her for the rest of the train ride. She had this stupid headband around her head as if she was going for a 60s look but failing. The look on her face was a mixture of sadness and entitlement, if that makes any sense. She probably thought I was jealous of her boyfriend. I was not. I mean he wasn’t bad looking, but at some point he started to bite his nails in a gross fashion and it was not attractive.

He was holding an H&M bag and I thought oh look she’s making him carry her stuff. And then I remembered H&M has guys clothes too, maybe it’s his. And then I remembered there was no H&M in Richmond, so maybe they were just using it to hold something else. Or maybe they were going to the H&M downtown to return something. I don’t know why I cared so much. I didn’t really, I just needed some way to pass the time. I could make small talk with the people around me, but it would have been small talk about how I was annoyed. And what was annoying me was the people around me, so no, that would not have worked out well at all.

At one point the lady who complained about the lady asking for change walked by & mumbled something at this guy & then said “no, I don’t smoke” or something like that. I was confused. There was a guy on the train with a sweatshirt that said Coldstream fire dept. I wondered if he was really a firefighter, because to me he looked more like a crackhead. And I wouldn’t want to rely on a crackhead to save me from a fire.

At the end of the train ride, my phone finally rebooted. It is now functioning again. I cursed bbm, as I believed that to be the source of the problem. And then I noticed that not only did I receive a bbm message, someone had tried to send me a picture in a file that was so large it had not yet downloaded. I’m pretty sure that’s what caused it. How annoying.

When I got off the sky train, I could have ran across the street. Before the light changed. But I didn’t feel like dying today. Then I noticed my bus was coming. But I did not commence running until it was safe to walk. I ran faster than the guy beside me. Shocking, I know. Maybe it’s the insoles I’m wearing in my hi tops today that gave me that extra something. I sat in the aisle seat next to someone who was getting off before me. And so I turned in my seat to let her out. But then she said she would be able to get past and made me get out of the seat to give her ample room. I felt that was unnecessary.

Well I’ve run out of time now and must maneuver around some fences to get to work. The guy behind me is beat boxing. I must walk faster to get away. The sun is shining. Crows are cawing. I must avoid getting hit by bicycles. Enjoy your day.

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.

I don’t need a phone

This is the stage I like to refer to as denial.  I have now gone without my phone for two days.  After having the misfortune of falling in the toilet on Wednesday, it is now still sitting in a container of rice trying to recuperate.  Spending two days without my phone gave me the sense that I am able to survive without it, hence the title of this post.  I don’t actually need it in order to get through the day.  But more than likely, I’m just telling myself this in order to feel better about the fact that I can’t use it right now.

I miss it though.  Not when it freezes.  Or when the apps don’t work.  Or when I can’t connect to the internet.  Or when it won’t let me access a message.  Or when it takes fucking forever to respond to what I’ve clicked on.  But I miss it.  When it flashes and vibrates to indicate a new message, and then actually allows me to go and check said message.  And then allows me to respond to said message.  And use my apps.  And browse.  And let me know what time it is.  And just be there for me.  I miss it.

But maybe this happened for a reason?  Maybe we needed some time apart.  We have been going through a bit of a rough patch lately, so perhaps this was for the best.  It’s allowed me to see what life is like without it.  And allowed it to have some time away from me as well.  Maybe at the end of all this our relationship will be stronger and we’ll be able to look past the flaws and make the best of things.

The question now is how much longer should I wait?  Also, how much longer CAN I wait?  Apparently I have more willpower than expected.  But who knows how long that will last?  Is two days enough time?  Should I wait another day?  Maybe if I wait longer, it will be more special when I finally get to use it again.  I don’t want to rush into things.  We should probably take it slow if we want to make this work.

I just want this back.

Can I take my phone out of the rice yet?

It's not the best phone in the world. But I still want it back.

If you read my last post, you know that my phone fell in the toilet yesterday.  I’ve always had a bad relationship with my phone but I really want it to be okay.  I am not ready to move on.  We’ve been through a lot together and it’s too soon to say goodbye.  If I do get a new phone, I want to it to be out of choice, not out of necessity.

I left my blackberry in the rice overnight.  It’s still in there.  And I am suffering.  I think my phone being out of commission is affecting my mental state.  This morning I forgot to bring a towel to the bathroom with me when I had a shower.  Consequently, I had nothing to dry off with.  Not even a bag of rice.  Maybe I subconsciously wanted to connect with my phone in a way?

I am now debating whether I should take it out and test it soon or whether I should leave it longer still.  I googled what to do and some places say that you should leave it overnight, while others say that you should leave it for 5 days.  Which is it?!?  I need to know!  Now!  If I could just have a clear answer, it would put my mind at ease at least a little bit.  At this point I have no idea when I will finally cave and this is upsetting me.

I’ve been surviving without it and trying not to think about it too much.  But then I get the urge to check my messages and then the realization hits me that I can’t.  I’m sure some people would be surprised that I’ve already gone this long without testing it out.  Perhaps I should take bets with people as to how long I can wait for.  Then maybe I could win enough money to buy a new phone if this one doesn’t pull through.

Does anyone have any advice or happen to know how long exactly I should wait?

I put a lid on the container of rice and let it sit there. I am now resisting the urge to take it out.

My phone fell in the toilet

My blackberry is currently on life support. I'm hoping it will pull through.

Yeah.  It finally happened.  Not that I was expecting it to happen.  At all.  It never even crossed my mind that such a thing would happen.  But it did.  And of course it would happen to me.  And I feel lost and hopeless without it and worried about what will happen next.

Everyone who knows me knows that I hate my phone.  But that I also depend on it and rely on it and may even love it sometimes.  It’s probably a very unhealthy relationship.  But that’s the way it is.  But I never wanted this to happen.  This can’t be how it ends.  That would be just be too devastating.

I made the unfortunate mistake of putting my blackberry in my sweater pocket.  My tiny sweater pocket, in which it barely fit, and part of it was left peaking out.  It should never have been in there.  It was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  It should have been in my bag at that moment, safe and sound.  And most importantly, dry.

When I heard it fall in I thought oh, crap!  No, not literally.  I suppose crap is a very unfortunate word choice given the circumstances.  But yeah.  I panicked.  I immediately took it out and then I didn’t know what to do.  I dried it off with paper towel and then just stared at it in despair.

I was told to remove the battery and then put it in rice for 3 days.  3 days?  I can’t go without my phone for 3 days!  That’s madness!  I was then told that maybe I didn’t have to wait 3 days.  I would have googled what to do, but alas, I couldn’t.  Because obviously the phone was unusable.  This happened first thing after work, so I had to wait an hour and a half commuting home before I could even do anything proactive about this.

Everyone who knows me also knows that I like to tweet and update my Facebook status.  All the time.  Especially when commuting.  It’s how I pass this time.  But not this time.  This time I had to go without.  I would have tweeted about what happened to my phone right after it happened, but that would have required use of the phone.  Not only did my phone undergo this accident, but I couldn’t even let people know about it.

To add insult to injury, I was surrounded by people on the Canada Line who were using their phones.  To text, to talk, to look up random stuff on the internet.  I think I went through withdrawal.  It was bad.  And then I wondered if we had rice at home.  I was pretty sure we did, but I thought maybe I should call my mom to check and make sure.  And then I remembered I couldn’t call her.  And then I wondered if it mattered what kind of rice you used.  And that maybe I should message a friend to ask them.  And then I remembered that I couldn’t.

It’s been over 2 hours since the incident.  My phone is now sitting in a container of rice.  This better cure it.  It’s only been sitting in there for less than an hour.  And already I long to take it out and try to use it.  But I know that I shouldn’t.  Some websites said to leave it overnight.  I can do that.  Others said to leave it for 5 days.  I can’t do that.  There’s no way.  Not gonna happen.  How the hell do you go 5 days without a phone?  Not knowing whether or not it will even come out alive after those 5 days have passed?

I don’t want it to end like this.  I may hate my phone but I also love it and the accident was my fault for leaving it carelessly in my pocket.  I need it to make a full recovery.  It was already in bad shape to begin with, so that can’t be good.  I just ate some rice, so that I could have a connection with it.  I’m constantly talking about how crappy my phone is and how it’s a piece of shit.  But I never wanted it to end up in the toilet.

I submerged it in the rice. Maybe that will give it more of a fighting chance.