Just over a week ago, a catastrophe of epic proportions ensued after a totally unforeseen disaster. Having dropped/thrown/hurled/frisbeed my Samsung S20 phone several hundred times over the last six years, the boom was lowered quite suddenly and unexpectedly.
Most people who know me will be aware of my legendary clumsiness. I blame these tendencies on being left handed as a small child and being swapped over to right handedness. This change can't have been too traumatic as I have no memory of being either one or the other. However, I continue being left eye dominant which means I can't visualise a line of sight, can't cut straight and I am particularly dangerous (to anybody else) playing archery or darts.
This is why I have made an art of ways to damage my phone. And as of two Thursday evenings ago, my phone slipped out of my grasp for one time too many and that was The End.
Instead of a clear screen (albeit rather cracked) with a favourite photograph of Michael and I staring back at me, my screen was having a Galaxy version of a Grand Mal epileptic seizure. The bottom two thirds was flashing intermittently bright yellow, so all icons below were unreachable.
I prayed to every God known to me to restore my phone to some semblance of normality overnight. Alas, this was not to be. In preparation for such a calamity, I had booked an appointment at the Telstra outlet in Midland, 100 kilometres from Beverley in the event I would need a new Telecommunications Device.
Now, there are those who would be delighted with the prospect of an updated Samsung S102 or an iPhone 87. I was not. I am a Luddite...
Historically, Luddites were members of any of the bands of English workers who destroyed machinery, especially in cotton and woollen mills, which they believed was threatening their jobs (1811–16). They did not actually dislike the technology itself, but were in fear of losing their livelihood and autonomy.
I fall into the other category of Luddites. I am opposed to new technology for technology's sake. I can't see the point of purchasing a new phone just because It Exists. I was deliriously happy with my S20. I knew how to work my phone. I could manage Apps and Settings and the Ringtone and most of the other gizmos I needed. I could Phone Home and use both Messaging and Messenger. I was not interested in Spotify or You Tube or Threads. I very rarely took photos with my phone as I also have a perfectly excellent digital camera with a SD card that I know how to load onto my laptop. So, the loss of my S20's functional abilities was a major blow.
Alas, my S20 was still not behaving in any way, shape or form after A Night of Fresh Air Treatment. With immense trepidation, I set off Down the Hill to the nearest Telstra Shop. Four hours later (!), I set off with a brand spanking new S26. Launched that very day, I was reasonably comfortable with its operation. Jamee was patient and tolerant and empathetic. Mostly, it looked and acted like my Dearly Departed S20. The only hitch was Jamee's inability to move my data from the old phone to the new phone. Hence, I was shunted across the thoroughfare to Device Xperts, met the affable Tan, who was able to move all my data from one phone to the other. The time to complete this task was just under two hours...
The best outcome of this misadventure was being able to reduce my overall Telstra package by thirteen dollars a month. In the great Scheme of Life, the Universe and Everything, a cost reduction of that minitude (is that even a word?!) may seem akin to a fart in a thunderstorm, but for us, living off pensions, every cent saved is a bonus.
My final triumph...I know how to work my S26 phone!
However, the Moral of this Story is blastingly loud and clear. I need to refrain from dropping my phone. Wish me luck!
Amen,,,
My new S26 is the one on the left...
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