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The most pointless cell phone post ever

I am currently taking suggestions as to how my V400 should be destroyed. Please be creative.

Last June, I steered away into a foreign territory. It was uncomfortable. It was unsettling. I was nervous.

I bought a Motorola.

Yes, I know how lame I am, thank you.

I've always had Nokias. They are good sturdy phones. One can essentially run a Nokia over with a Jeep and it will endure.

The cool camera thingy and clamshell design attracted me to the Motorola. Plus, hot cell phone salesman suggested it. (It was the most expensive phone in the store; he gets buku comission)
For the first month, I loved the phone. Then everyone got the phone I had. Then the phone started freezing. And I could never hear it ring. Oh, and the faceplate. Dear Lord. Brain surgery has to be easier than removing this faceplate. And yes, I had begun to loathe the phone.

Let me digress for a moment. Motorola is a shit company. It looks pretty in its annual report, but its financials are more red than my cheeks after a Thursday night drinking binge. My accounting class did a case study on them in college. Yay, I learned something, booooo accounting.

Anyhow.

Two months ago, the earpiece on the POS phone went out. I couldn't hear anyone talk. I took it to the cell provider, they gave me a loaner phone, and three weeks later my phone is back and somewhat functioning.

Last night, it was working. (I'd say working fine, but it never really did work all that well) And then the screen went out. Just black. Then white. Then yellow with orange lines. It wouldn't ring, but I could make calls, but I couldn't see what numbers I had pressed. And being that I am text message junkie, I was starting to worry. It's a miracle I didn't have an anxiety attack. (I had way too much alcohol in me to obtain that level of worried)

I actually pushed in front of a line of drunk women at the bar to go into the bathroom to try to fix it. Drunk women with small bladders full of Coors Light get really really mad at this. But I announced I had a cell phone emergency and they understood. Some actually took pity on me and offered the use of their cell phones.

This morning I woke up with hopes that the phone would renew itself after a night of sleep. Hell, I felt fine after consuming a ridiculous amount of alcohol, why couldn't my cell do the same? It still refused to function.

After work, I went into the cell store and asked them to fix it. The rep simply handed me a phone number and told me to send it back to Motorola. And here's where the anxiety attack kicks in.

Me: You mean I have to go without a phone for weeks? DO YOU REALIZE I HAVE NO OTHER PHONE?
Rep: Just call Motorola, they'll fix it.
Me: AND WHAT PHONE WILL I BE CALLING THEM ON?

He called his boss, who is a friend of mine, and managed to get me a loaner phone.

So what happens now? I send back the phone to Motorola to get it back in a month and find it's broken again?

Oh hell no.

Buying a new phone tomorrow, looking at the Nokia 6010.

And that was the most pointless cell phone post ever.

Oh, and if I normally have your phone number, please email it to me, because my phone book is within the Motorola. Guess I should've backed it up.

posted by Paige @ 12:42 AM