So the title of this post is literal. Today my mobile fell down the toilet...wonderful! This rather infuriating and annoying event got me to thinking and reminiscing. I am about to do the old "back in my day" thing, but I do recall what life was like pre-mobile phones and in my day, life was much simpler and less invasive if you like. No-one tracking me, no-one able to call me 24/7. Looking back, I'm wondering how the hell we coped!
I rely heavily on the technology of today. For instance just typing this blog on my laptop to put my opinions and stories out in the world. I communicate with family overseas via email and nowadays, Skype. I use my mobile as a phone and computer, it's really strange looking back and knowing that we had none of this technology and yet we progressed to gain it, and now that we have it we can't live without it.
After the dip in the loo, I got the hairdryer out and set about drying my phone. It turned on but something was clearly not right. I tried to make a call and it appears that my speaker is, and for lack of a better word, rooted. Vodafone (yes, I am stupidly still with the fleecing bastards) were completely useless in assisting me. I took my phone to a technician, and fingers crossed we'll find out if it's fixable tomorrow. If not, I have no other choice but to get jacked up the rear end sideways by Vodafone and pay extra each month for 24 months...ARGH!!! I'm not entirely sure what I pay them for now, because it's certainly not for good service. My calls drop out that frequently that my friends and I sigh and say "f***ing Vodafone" with a shrug. Isn't that just sad? They have brilliant plans, but no network to back it up.
Well, tomorrow is a new day. Maybe my phone will get repaired, and maybe Vodafone will screw me again and I will just have to suck it up and take it. Either way, I will have a phone tomorrow. In this day and age, I cannot survive without my communications. So down the toilet with the old, and hopefully into my hands with the new.
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