Tuesday, November 6, 2007
It's a big deal; I have decided to upgrade. After seven years of loyal service with T-Mobile I decided to take them up on their offer to send me a free phone (a $200 value!) . I will miss this sturdy phone, although I will not miss the decorative message I etched into it's plastic shell one day while bored at work:
It's an excerpt from J-Lo's hit single, Jenny from the Block. I can't for the life of me recall why I used the engraver at Dressed in White to carve it into my phone, but my guess is it was pretty funny at the time.
Anyway, I have been experiencing a bit of hesitation, feeling that a new phone with bells and whistles (current phone has neither) might be over my head. To exacerbate my concerns, today on my way home from the supermarket, I was listening to a show on NPR about how multi-tasking makes for shoddy-tasking. The guest indicated that gadgets intended to facilitate multi-tasking, such as camera phones, were undesirable.
Just as I was listening to his protest, I saw the something that could warrant the installation of cameras in phones all by itself: a Honey Bucket truck. Honey Bucket, for those not in the know (I was one of you just an hour ago) is a Portable toilet company. The truck was a giant silver silo of, presumably, raw sewage, emblazoned with the company's disgustingly funny logo. There was a port-o-toilet strapped onto the silo, also bearing the logo. At that moment, I fervently wished I had a camera on my phone, because Ryan needed to know about this gross thing, and sending a text is just not nearly as funny as sending a picture. Oh, well. I sent the text.
Thankfully, Google Images contained several adequate photos of Honey Bucket paraphernalia, so I am able to increase the emotional impact of this post with a picture. More thankfully, my phone replacement should be arriving any day now.