My Most Recent Whine About Technology

I'm not very tech-savvy.  In fact, this blog is the extent of my venture into anything in the cyber-universe, except my Yahoo email that I've had since 1999.

I-Phones, Smart Phones, whatever-phones are what all the cool kids are using these days.  I had a basic phone that I could use to make calls and text from that, in comparison to all of the new gadgets around, should be displayed in a museum along with the brick phone my husband had in the early 90's,

In fact, someone actually asked my husband recently about his phone which was the exact same as mine "Is that a pager?"  So offended was he that he insisted that we look at the new phones with all the data and funky apps and all of that.  Hesitantly I agreed to look- but seriously I was okay with what I had.  I spend so little of my time online anymore (evident by my sporadic postings and unfinished blog posts in my drafts folder) that having internet access at my fingertips 24/7 seemed so unnecessary.  All I want to do is make my calls, send the occasional text, and snap some pictures if I felt so inclined. 

So, at our visit to the AT & T store, salesman Corey promised us that once we go Smart phone we'll wonder how we could have ever lived without it.  He rambled off feature after feature, suggested some must-have apps, and assured us that we will be so happy with our new phones we will recommend them to everyone we know.

Corey is full of shit.  I hate this phone.  I even have an assistant app that can speak texts so I no longer need to actually type them myself, and I made sure that I reiterated that very fact to my husband after I had figured out how to work the stupid thing.  I REALLY DO HATE THIS PHONE. 

This is the phone we were suckered into buying.  I haven't sent a regular text in days because my fat fingers mess up on the touch-screen keyboard.  I haven't even tried to get on the internet, much less figure out how to download different ring tones or try to take a picture.

I need a Smart phones For Dummies app. 

So, while my husband is all in love with his new phone, I want to smash mine against a brick wall, only I can't because I bought the $40 case that promised to make the phone virtually indestructible. I want my old phone back.  Call me old school, but I was a lot less tense and more likely to use my phone then.  Today it rang and I couldn't even figure out how to answer it.  It was stuck in some mode that had no meaning.

I'm so glad I'm paying more for a phone that I will use so much less.  Thank you Corey.  If I could figure out how to call you, I'd be chewing you out right now instead of taping out my frustrations on my blog.