Friday, November 30, 2012

The Cell Phone Mafia


I will never be the person with the latest and greatest cell phone. The first reason for this is that I am not a person with a large paycheck. I’d rather have groceries than a new phone. The second reason for this is the mere fact that I get confused by cell phones easily.

I have, however, determined one thing about cell phones that I’m moderately proud of and sure no one else has realized before.

Cell phone companies have low-jack on our phones. This low-jack is set to screw up the phone two or three weeks after the phone becomes eligible for a “free” upgrade.

With a two-year contract extension that is.

It never fails that once a year, I get notified I can have a new phone. I’ve told the man at the phone store – I’m not interested. I JUST figured out how to lock the screen on the phone I got LAST year so I no longer hang up on people during phone calls. I still cannot change my ringtone. And when I’m done with some apps I have to turn the phone off and on again. Clearly, I’m not done figuring this one out. No thanks on the upgrade.

But it’s not that easy! The powers that be at the phone company give me that two or three week grace period then BAM! They push the button that makes the screen stop responding as well, the calls to drop, and the voicemail icon to stay on 24/7 even when there is no message. Amazingly, the calls, texts, and emails telling me to sign up for 2 more years and get a free phone never seem to have a problem. I have not even figured out what I’m doing with this one and they want me to get a bigger, better, harder one to navigate?

Coincidence? I think not.

Realistically, I’m at about 2006 on the cell phone technology spectrum. I’m standing strong, sorry to say it cell phone man, but I predict that this thing will probably self-destruct Inspector Gadget style by the time Spring Break rolls around. Well played cell phone makers, well played.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Where are my eyebrows


This morning we suffered a terrible catastrophe at our house.

After a night spent running up and down the stairs to assist a baby with a cough (is there anything sadder or more maddening at 2 in the morning?) I struggled rolling out of bed and getting started. I just kept telling myself to keep my eyes on the prize, there would be coffee in the kitchen.

I was wrong.

I’m not sure how it happened or who to blame, but at this point finger-pointing just seems trivial. The point is, I had to start my day 100% unassisted by my precious black gold (I seriously rely on coffee this much).

I basically lost all ability to function and get us out of the door in good order as a result.

I am unintentionally engaged in a makeup free Monday at work today. So if you see me today, allow me to clear up a few things.

Yes, that is 1 ½ eyebrows on my face. I had a regrettable plucking addiction in my teens and 20’s, now they really don’t grow back (there’s a hint I wish I knew back then).

Yes, I do have pores that big.

Yes, they still get that many little pimples and blemishes.

No, I am not sick. Just pale without a little color added to my cheeks.

I arrived at the office to find we only had decaf coffee in the building. I’m not even sure why we have decaf coffee in the building, let alone why it’s the only option today. But after getting down on my hands and knees and digging through the kitchen cupboards, I found a few caffeinated packs. I also contacted purchasing about this.

Happy Monday everyone. Hope you’ve got all your eyebrows and your caffeine system is full!