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Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Breaking into the 21st Century
Well, I finally broke down and got a cellular telephone. Cell phone, for you techies out there. I hemmed and hawwed about getting one for the past couple of years now. On one hand I really thought it could be a great convenience. On the other hand, it could be a huge pain in the ass. The pain in my ass won out for the conveniene of being able to call my beloved from the Wal-Mart to ask him if he prefers Ocean Breeze or Shower Fresh deoderant. Now who could argue with the necessity and practicality of that?
Off we go, the whole darn troop, to peruse the selection of wireless dealers in our area. We were in and out of carseats half a dozen times, comparing minutes, features, and shiny display screens all in the name of convenience. Let me tell ya, it fell really convenient. (psst that is sarcasm for you techies that got routed here, from a google search, on the ruse that I may be talking about the latest new thingy that came out) We finally decided that Verizon seemed to be the best option. That, and I was sold on the shiny silver phone that had lovely melodies for rings. The other dealers' phones may or may not have had that feature, I couldn't keep them straight, but Verizon's did, and we were there. An hour of paper work and speedy expalnations of the phone's features later, I was a proud owner of a cell phone.
We all get back in the van and I place my very first call. Or I try to. Hell, how does this bloody thing work anyhow? Aha, I finally place a call to the local time and temperature automated line. That was fun. And convenient. Next, I call my home answering machine, so I can leave a message for my personal listening pleasure at a later time. Awwww, my first cell phone call. Hmm, well so far I had called two machines. However, two machines that I wouldn't have been able to call before in the four minutes it take to drive to my house to use the phone there. Again, who can argue with that?
I spend the majority of the night trying to figure out how to answer this blasted piece of technology. It was my dad, I didn't really need to answer it, as I knew his exact purpose of the call...I had asked him to. None the less, I could not figure out how to answer the phone. One would assume you could push the button and proceed to talking. Nope, not so easy. Lucky for me, Tamara dropped by and was able to help me program all the necessary stuff to get me up and running. Ahhhh, now this is convenient.
Truth be told, the real reason I wanted to get the cell phone today, was to maximize our garage sale opportunites. Yep, you heard it here, the HUGE garage sale that we all go to (Corrie, Tamara, Kassy, Judy, my parents, myself, etc) is this weekend! Yowzah! So, now I am armed. Tamara and I can split up and start at different points, with lists of most sought after items for members of the opposite group, and be in near constant contact to insure that no deals are bypassed, no duplicates are purchased, and that we have twice, yes TWICE, the coverage of the average garage saler. BWAHAHAHAHAHA Oh yes, this my friend, is convenience!
Note to self: The road to convenience is often littered with INconvenience.
Well, I finally broke down and got a cellular telephone. Cell phone, for you techies out there. I hemmed and hawwed about getting one for the past couple of years now. On one hand I really thought it could be a great convenience. On the other hand, it could be a huge pain in the ass. The pain in my ass won out for the conveniene of being able to call my beloved from the Wal-Mart to ask him if he prefers Ocean Breeze or Shower Fresh deoderant. Now who could argue with the necessity and practicality of that?
Off we go, the whole darn troop, to peruse the selection of wireless dealers in our area. We were in and out of carseats half a dozen times, comparing minutes, features, and shiny display screens all in the name of convenience. Let me tell ya, it fell really convenient. (psst that is sarcasm for you techies that got routed here, from a google search, on the ruse that I may be talking about the latest new thingy that came out) We finally decided that Verizon seemed to be the best option. That, and I was sold on the shiny silver phone that had lovely melodies for rings. The other dealers' phones may or may not have had that feature, I couldn't keep them straight, but Verizon's did, and we were there. An hour of paper work and speedy expalnations of the phone's features later, I was a proud owner of a cell phone.
We all get back in the van and I place my very first call. Or I try to. Hell, how does this bloody thing work anyhow? Aha, I finally place a call to the local time and temperature automated line. That was fun. And convenient. Next, I call my home answering machine, so I can leave a message for my personal listening pleasure at a later time. Awwww, my first cell phone call. Hmm, well so far I had called two machines. However, two machines that I wouldn't have been able to call before in the four minutes it take to drive to my house to use the phone there. Again, who can argue with that?
I spend the majority of the night trying to figure out how to answer this blasted piece of technology. It was my dad, I didn't really need to answer it, as I knew his exact purpose of the call...I had asked him to. None the less, I could not figure out how to answer the phone. One would assume you could push the button and proceed to talking. Nope, not so easy. Lucky for me, Tamara dropped by and was able to help me program all the necessary stuff to get me up and running. Ahhhh, now this is convenient.
Truth be told, the real reason I wanted to get the cell phone today, was to maximize our garage sale opportunites. Yep, you heard it here, the HUGE garage sale that we all go to (Corrie, Tamara, Kassy, Judy, my parents, myself, etc) is this weekend! Yowzah! So, now I am armed. Tamara and I can split up and start at different points, with lists of most sought after items for members of the opposite group, and be in near constant contact to insure that no deals are bypassed, no duplicates are purchased, and that we have twice, yes TWICE, the coverage of the average garage saler. BWAHAHAHAHAHA Oh yes, this my friend, is convenience!
Note to self: The road to convenience is often littered with INconvenience.