My beloved pink phone and I parted ways on Monday. She got sick and died. I laid her to rest and promptly carried myself to Alltel. I came home with a silver phone. It was a fraud. Seriously, it sat in my purse and mocked me: "I'm a Gloria Vanderbilt phone hidden in an Armani casing," I heard it scoff. It really was that proud!
The phone also had execution issues...it just couldn't follow through when I needed it most. When I gently and lovingly suggested a round of performancing enhancing drugs, the silver pretender proclaimed, "It is more common than you think and it does happen to the best of us."
So I kicked that silver nonsense to the curb. I mean, I need a phone that gets the job done, every time. Don't we all? And, sensing my utter despair and desperation, a very cool Alltel dude came to my rescue. He hooked me up with this:
I am now utterly and completely lost, y'all. You BlackBerry owners out there--help! Please! I'm an instant gratification kind of gal (that's what she said). I don't wanna spend an entire weekend with my nose in an instruction manual.
Yes, I'm whining. Don't judge.
Any tips, info, and advice you can impart will be appreciated. Because honestly, I have no clue as to what I'm doing with this thing. Other than curling into the fetal position and singing the Clapping Song, while attempting to text S.O.S. messages to Jason-My Super Action Hero-Statham.
"3-6-9, the goose drank wine, the monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line..."
*Thanks, Nikki, for being available when I'm in dire straits and need your expertise. And for selling me on the Curve. I'll send you an extra surprise for your birthday next month. His name is Bobby.