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 canâ€™t live without that I didnâ€™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 couldnâ€™t understand why I needed one, â€œYouâ€™re not a Dr.â€ he said to me. I tried explaining how as a freelancer who was more often than not out on an assignment, and unteachable.
I patiently explained that because my job site kept changing, I didnâ€™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 didnâ€™t get back to them in short order. Iâ€™m not entirely certain that I ever convinced him. When I got a cell phone (even though he didnâ€™t say it) Iâ€™m sure that he thought that I wasnâ€™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).
As we entered the cell-phone store Kayla asked â€œHow old were you when you got you first cell phone, Mom?â€ To which my wife responded, â€œ35.â€ Needless to say, Kay found this incredible. Whereupon her older and (much wiser) brother injected, â€œThey didnâ€™t have cell phones when mom was your age.â€ Proving that it somehow never occurs to us (especially kids) that the things we have now werenâ€™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 â€œjustâ€ a phone, and my carrier now requires that all Pocket PCs and â€œSmartâ€t phones to have a data packet (at another 30/50 bucks a month). well, as much as Iâ€™ve lusted this package, it just wasnâ€™t in the cards at this time, but I still wanted the Pocket PC.
Well, as luck would have it, the (now discontinued) upgrade to my phone, was still available and didnâ€™t require the additional data package. So I ordered it online (it wasnâ€™t available in the store near my house), but I had to wait for it to be delivered. It arrived Friday, and now Iâ€™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, Iâ€™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, Iâ€™ll be talking, texting, and, well utilizing this model.