I hate my cell phone with a fiery passion. I have had it just over a year and it has had to be replaced five times. That’s right. FIVE. For the SAME problems. Seriously, every time I go to make or get a phone call I cannot hear anything if it has been on the charger for any amount of time. How annoying is that? I mean I don’t want to have to shut my phone off and on every single time I want to make or get phone calls. And now it won’t charge on a brand new charger that I just got last week. So I did what I am supposed to do, I went back to Verizon AGAIN. This is the third time in a month I have been back to get this phone looked at and let me tell you, I was quite mad. Especially when work is trying to call me like last night and can’t get a hold of me. I was determined to be calm and firm and demand a different model of phone. It’s not like I was asking for an iphone upgrade. Just a different model because obviously this one has issues. I went to the Verizon store and calmly waited for a guy to come help me. Now mind you, while I was sitting there, just moments before they came to help me, a co-worker tried to call me and I could not hear her. I tell the Verizon guy what the problems are and he decides to take it to the back to see if he can replicate the problems. He comes back out in a few minutes and tells me there is nothing wrong with my phone and he can hear just fine. I ask him if he rebooted it or removed the battery and he assures me he didn’t. Yet, when I click on my browser button, which normally opens to whatever page I was on last which in this case was Facebook, it opens to google telling me yes indeed he either re booted it or removed the battery. Very calmly, I try to tell the guy that my phone does this EVERY single freaking time I charge it and now my charger won’t work. He tells me the charger is bad and will replace it. I ask him in a very polite, calm, and slightly angered voice what I have to do to get a new phone. I am informed that if the problems can be replicated he will send me yet ANOTHER refurbished phone but I cannot get a different model because I don’t have an upgrade available. It is at this point that I became that woman. You know the one. The one who starts to yell at the customer service employee and is so mad you can hear her voice start to quiver and the tears start to threaten to come. I was THAT mad. I believe the words “Fuck that” came out of my mouth. I even got dramatic and said something to the equivalent that a child could die if work could not get a hold of me all because he wouldn’t replace a phone that obviously does not work and has already been replaced five times. Pretty sure I scared this guy a bit and I am also pretty sure every person in the place heard me, including those at the Starbucks next door. My face might have been beet red and my blood pressure might have been quite accelerated and I might have had tears threatening to flow but I made my point. I wanted a new freaking phone and I wanted it now. After my rant, I quickly had a new model being sent to me tomorrow…an UPGRADED BRAND NEW phone. Moral of the story, sometimes nice doesn’t work and in that case, I recommend yelling.
As for my journey, tomorrow is the dreaded visit with the scale for the week. Gross. Means two things. I have to look at the number on the scale and I have to see myself naked. Maybe I will cover my mirrors so I don’t have to see myself naked. That’s an idea! As for exercise, I plan on trying out my new Just Dance 3 Wii game tonight by just doing the arm movements since I can’t do the feet. By Friday, however, maybe I will have better news. I might have to get the torturous treatment of
waterboarding the steroid injection by Will Ferrell but maybe the boot will come off. I can only hope. Because lately I really do feel like a lump of fat sitting on my couch. A lump I tell you. And not like this couch potato:
More like this:
Yup. Pretty sure.
Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I think the guy at Verizon thought he was gonna die but I didn’t die. I am fat girl ranting and yelling to get a new phone running. The experiment continues….