My Phone is Dead, Long Live My Phone

Every once in a while (it seems like at least once a month) I get an email about stuff that I have now that I can’t live without that I didn’t have for the first 80% of my life. One of those things is (obviously) my cell phone. Over the years that I have had mine, it Have grown all but completely dependent on it. When I got my first pager my father couldn’t understand why I needed one, “You’re not a Dr.” he said to me. I tried explaining how as a freelancer who was more often than not out on an assignment, and unteachable.

6700
6700
I patiently explained that because my job site kept changing, I didn’t have a main phone except my house, but that was often too late to wait to find out about an assignment, because the agencies would move on to someone else if I didn’t get back to them in short order. I’m not entirely certain that I ever convinced him. When I got a cell phone (even though he didn’t say it) I’m sure that he thought that I wasn’t a drug dealer, or bookie, so why I did I need a cell phone).

On the other side of that school of thought, the Mrs. and I bought our daughter a cell phone when she was about 11, for the expressed purpose of us being able to reach her after school. At the time we were both working in a different city than where she was going to school, and we figured that it was important for us to be able to reach other (our son, who was a few years older, already had a phone which he had for a couple of years).

6800
6800
As we entered the cell-phone store Kayla asked “How old were you when you got you first cell phone, Mom?” To which my wife responded, “35.” Needless to say, Kay found this incredible. Whereupon her older and (much wiser) brother injected, “They didn’t have cell phones when mom was your age.” Proving that it somehow never occurs to us (especially kids) that the things we have now weren’t always available.

All of which brings me to my point. Last week my long abused cell phone finally went to that big technology depot in the sky and I had to bite the bullet and get a new model. The problem is that my phone is more of a Pocket PC than “just” a phone, and my carrier now requires that all Pocket PCs and “Smart”t phones to have a data packet (at another 30/50 bucks a month). well, as much as I’ve lusted this package, it just wasn’t in the cards at this time, but I still wanted the Pocket PC.

6900
6900
Well, as luck would have it, the (now discontinued) upgrade to my phone, was still available and didn’t require the additional data package. So I ordered it online (it wasn’t available in the store near my house), but I had to wait for it to be delivered. It arrived Friday, and now I’m the proud new owner of the 6800 model (I had the 6700, and the 6900 is already out on the market, which is why the 6800 was pulled).

Hopefully this new phone will last me the two years of my new contract, and by then, I’ll either be able to acquire an upgrade without the package or be able to afford the package (which, hopefully will be cheaper by then). Until then, I’ll be talking, texting, and, well utilizing this model.

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