So, my phone is still a piece of shit.
After I went to the store last night and had the Chola’s go to war on my phone.
And I went home with it working, sort of.
Sort of means no, by the way.
Charged overnight, task killer app in use to save battery, ready to face the day.
It seemed like it was working.
But a lot of things do that.
Remind me to tell you about my car sometime.
Back to the phone.
And the phone died at noon.
A quick call to the store and the manager from the night before, my favorite Chola, answered.
I made plans to head over to the store after work.
Should having a cell phone be this much hassle?
Should having anything be this much hassle?
This is one of those things that can really get under your skin and there is not a God damned thing you can do about it.
This is like a mental ass clench that is next to impossible to shake.
As annoying as a splinter in your ass that you can’t reach.
And if that happens, by the way, you really find out who your friends are.
The rest of the day drags by and the phone stays on my desk, taunting me.
Finally, I get to the store.
The main Chola from last night is happy to see me.
As she is busy with what appears to be 5 customers at once, she introduces me to a twenty something Cholo named Angel and goes back to speaking in rapid fire Spanish to, well, everyone.
The resident expert on phone tweaking.
After 5 minutes, Angel basically explains that Android phones get crappy battery life.
And my phone gets bad reception.
He’s not sure why.
I am back to square one.
I think my experiment into the alternative, “All in one, do everything for one low price” phone is just about over.
I have been avoiding going to one of the big cell companies for service.
Not out of any silly Occupy notion.
But because I have been pooched by their plans in the past.
But at least the phones worked.
Thats all I am after.
Is that asking too much?
I feel like I am Charlton Heston at the end of the Planet of the Apes, kneeling in the sand. but I am looking up at a giant cell phone.
Get your hands off me, you damned dirty phone salesman!
(Hows that for a bizarre segue?)
Now, the question just remains, to whom do I sell my soul?
I was in sales for a long time.
And I while I never got to that point of actually selling my soul.
But I have entertained offers.
Some of the lesser cell phone companies have the no contract plan.
The big cell companies know that is for suckers.
The money is in the 2 year contract it seems.
Its a lot like agreeing to be a slave for two years at a time.
Oh, and you pay for it.
One month at a time.