My friend Megan and I had just set up camp (thank you to the eight or so gentlemen who came to our aid with the tent), and in what had soon became our trip tradition, we ended the day with a trip to a local brewery to enjoy a pint and some pub grub.
Not using a purse on the trip at all, I carried around my camelback with me, and had placed my iPhone in the front mesh pocket. We ate, drank, and were merry, and then headed back to the campsite, which was directly across the street. It was very cold and windy, and the light at our intersection was about to turn red, so Megan yelled, “run!”
At the campsite bathroom, I reached into the mesh pocket and couldn’t find my phone. I checked every pocket, and had Megan call my phone, to which she said in a worried tone, “it went straight to voicemail.” Knowing I had my phone on and service was good, we thought perhaps someone stole it…even though both of us agreed “it didn’t seem like the area where someone would do that” (read: Mormons). We called the brewery and even though they swear they hadn’t seen it, we went back anyway to look. WTF?!
We then used the “find my phone” feature on my iPad, and just when it was located, Megan was able to call my phone and have it ring. I grabbed her phone and booked over to where it was located on the map. When I got to the intersection, I called my phone and heard it ring and my heart started pounding. When the light turned green I started walking across the street and found it laying facedown in the middle of the road. “Ohgodohgodohgod,” I thought, but when I turned it over my worst fears came true. The front was smashed to bits.
It’s funny how addicted we are to our little iThings and other technology. At that point I knew there was nothing I could really do until I was in the
huge bigger town of St. George on the last day of my trip, so I just had to suck it up. As I mentioned before, when you “choose” to do something as part of a challenge (like disengaging from technology) it’s kind of fun, but when it’s not by choice it’s a drag.
In St. George I went to an At&T store and they said the cost of a new phone (not even an iPhone 6) would be $450. “$#$#%%#$^!!” As bad as I love that phone, there was no way in hell, so I opted for a cheap $40 Android phone which was, and still is, a major pain in the ass to use, with little storage and limited functionality.
For the next several days I went back and forth between pouting and telling myself to “STFU and deal with it” (as this phone at one point would be the absolute bomb) while I searched for as many options as possible to replace my iPhone for as little cost as possible. Let me tell you, it was a time consuming
pain in the ass adventure.
During my first week back home I was in the middle of rendering out a rough cut of a video for a client, when my monitor took a huge dump (official term). 🙂 I did what any mature professional would do in that situation: Swear, cry, regroup, try and reboot the computer, light some sage, sacrifice a goat to the technology gods, swear some more, cry again, try one more time, and crawl into bed in the fetal position thinking about how much it’s going to cost me. In that order. Why do these things always happen in groups?
Suddenly, the monitor became the need and not the want, however, I’m still wearing my frugal pants and I’ll be dammed if I run out to Apple and buy a $1,000 monitor (oh yes, I’m serious).
I arranged to meet with my friend Jim who I gave an old monitor I once had, to see if I could borrow it
as long as I can without him noticing temporarily until I can figure out a cheaper option. That involved a traffic jam-filled trip to The Valley (porn capital of LA) on a Saturday, but at least it put a Band-aid on my recent technology-breaking hemorrhage!
When it came to my phone, I listened to that little Angel/Devil all week on my shoulder (one telling me it was a want and the other a need) and in the end, I finally found a somewhat decent option (after about my 4th time calling AT&T and seeing “what they could do for me.”).
John, with the Texas drawl, ended up selling me an iPhone 5S (they don’t make the 5C anymore, which is what I used to have) with 16GB of storage for $99 (plus $46 California F*CKING tax) as long as I added some random new phone line to my iPad for an extra $10/month, making my bill around $80. I knew I could not last the 14 months until my upgrade, and at that point I’d still be paying $99 anyway!
Ah technology…you can’t live with it and you can’t kill it….oh wait, you can.
What do you hate paying for but know you kind of want/have to?
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