Change
I don't handle change well. Case in point...upgrading my cell phone.
Let me provide some context for you. As most of you know, my personal phone is super ghetto old school. But I like the simplicity of it. It’s probably about 4 years old but serves my needs quite nicely. Let’s see, the primary functions that I use on my phone are well, the phone, text messaging capabilities, the tip calculator and the alarm. That’s about it…and I’m happy about that. And yes, in the last 4 years, I’ve gone through 3 iterations of smart phones for work…2 versions of the Blackberry and now I’m on the iPhone. And sure, smart phones are cool. I can’t argue with that. But let’s be honest, it’s my work phone and that makes any phone less cool.
Nevertheless, I was told it was time to upgrade my personal cell phone and I knew it was not going to be an easy process. Granted, I should have upgraded my phone about a year ago since the battery requires that I charge my phone every single night or it will die…and also, the keypad on my phone has been a little broken and I get electrically shocked every time I text a space into my message… :-/ Haha. But I’ve been fighting having to upgrade my phone and give away the comfort that I’ve fostered with it these last couple of years. Yes, I’m being dramatic…but I just can’t help it.
Anyway, after getting my new phone and having it make noises and sounds that I wasn’t familiar with, getting text messages that I didn’t know how to retrieve and not being able to find any of the functions that I really depend on…I promptly removed my SIM card from my new phone and placed it back into my ghetto old phone and happily cuddled with it that night. Yes, it was just that traumatizing.
However, since that traumatic experience last week, I’ve been trying to slowly adapt to my new buddy. I’ve resigned myself to having to deal with this new change and have grudgingly put my SIM card back into my new phone. I have been trying to familiarize myself with my new friend…only to have it crash repeatedly while I’m trying to text (and yes, I text a lot). So now I’ve gotten to the point that I’m comfortable using it but so frustrated that it sucks. Ugh. What to do…what to do?
So see...this is why change is bad and never good. You go through change to realize that what you had was better than what you have now. I may get so frustrated having to deal with my new phone that you may find it laying on the street being run over by a car…and my old phone (covered in tape and attached to an electrical cord) teetered to my side.
Let me provide some context for you. As most of you know, my personal phone is super ghetto old school. But I like the simplicity of it. It’s probably about 4 years old but serves my needs quite nicely. Let’s see, the primary functions that I use on my phone are well, the phone, text messaging capabilities, the tip calculator and the alarm. That’s about it…and I’m happy about that. And yes, in the last 4 years, I’ve gone through 3 iterations of smart phones for work…2 versions of the Blackberry and now I’m on the iPhone. And sure, smart phones are cool. I can’t argue with that. But let’s be honest, it’s my work phone and that makes any phone less cool.
Nevertheless, I was told it was time to upgrade my personal cell phone and I knew it was not going to be an easy process. Granted, I should have upgraded my phone about a year ago since the battery requires that I charge my phone every single night or it will die…and also, the keypad on my phone has been a little broken and I get electrically shocked every time I text a space into my message… :-/ Haha. But I’ve been fighting having to upgrade my phone and give away the comfort that I’ve fostered with it these last couple of years. Yes, I’m being dramatic…but I just can’t help it.
Anyway, after getting my new phone and having it make noises and sounds that I wasn’t familiar with, getting text messages that I didn’t know how to retrieve and not being able to find any of the functions that I really depend on…I promptly removed my SIM card from my new phone and placed it back into my ghetto old phone and happily cuddled with it that night. Yes, it was just that traumatizing.
However, since that traumatic experience last week, I’ve been trying to slowly adapt to my new buddy. I’ve resigned myself to having to deal with this new change and have grudgingly put my SIM card back into my new phone. I have been trying to familiarize myself with my new friend…only to have it crash repeatedly while I’m trying to text (and yes, I text a lot). So now I’ve gotten to the point that I’m comfortable using it but so frustrated that it sucks. Ugh. What to do…what to do?
So see...this is why change is bad and never good. You go through change to realize that what you had was better than what you have now. I may get so frustrated having to deal with my new phone that you may find it laying on the street being run over by a car…and my old phone (covered in tape and attached to an electrical cord) teetered to my side.
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