Sakes alive!
For the first time ever, my cell died on me last night. Bearing in mind that I’ve only had it for a month and a half, and it’s my first cell ever, I can easily tell you it was an apocalyptic crisis of global proportions (was that redundant?). I felt naked (in a bad way), disconnected from the world, and sad.
Like a distressed ’50s movie starlet, I struggled through the paraphernalia of information sent with the phone from T-Mobile when I initially got it, looking for a troubleshooting section, but all for naught. I read something to the effect of, "If there are problems with your phone, take it in to your nearest T-Mobile outlet."
Thoughts of contending with some greasy, straighter than straight salesguy who would pontificate, "Well, I don’t see anything wrong with it. Are you sure you didn’t spill some make-up on it *snigger, snigger*".
But I calmed myself, plugged in the recharger and went to bed.
And it was just fine and dandy this morning. I don’t know what the hell was wrong with it. I charge it every night. I guess I forgot the other night.
