Yeah, the new phone.
It doesn’t work.
Sure, it turns on and I can connect to wifi. But it kindof fails at that whole being a phone thing. Like, you know, getting service. And sending text messages. And making phone calls. Pretty much epic phone fail.
So, let’s recap, shall we? Phone: stolen. Wait for a new phone: two months. New phone: broken. It’s like the universe is giving me the finger. Possibly mooning me. It’s actually kindof funny, if you’re not me. And you’re all not me. So, hopefully you find it funny.
And, you know, there are worse things in life than having your new iPhone functioning as a glorified iPod touch. Like papercuts. And genocide.
I think I spent like 17 hours on the phone with customer support today. Ok, it was more like two. Maybe three. At one point, the woman told me to put her on hold, call another number, go through the automated menus and then cut back to her. And so I did. And a guy answered. And told me to call that other number.
“Ummm, yeah. I called that number. AND YOU ANSWERED.”
It is possible that I might have been guilty of a spot of rudeness to a few CSRs today. Yeah, a few. I had to call them back. Multiple times. Until I finally got to speak with someone with a fully functioning brain. And those are harder to find than unicorns! Or the Loch Ness Monster.
It took us some time and we had to borrow my personal phone, but we finally figured out that they shipped me an iPhone with a completely and utterly broken sim card. More broken than our two party system. Oh snap, I went there.
I’m getting a new sim card via Fed-Ex.
I kindof hope that this one isn’t broken.
