Monday, July 31, 2006
My mobile is giving me grief. It's been nothing short of a disaster since I got it. It was sold to me before the games in Turin as something that could play Olympic news videos. Pft. No such luck. That model was not supported for video downloads ... It keeps turning on in my pocket, despite having a keylock, so I carry it in a ridiculous $1 pouch from a dollar-store. It won't turn on now, and my warranty states that I can take it to any Source outlet and get a loaner. Except that the Source store in our mall will not loan me a phone. Rogers says to take it to their store and they will loan me one while they fix this pile of steaming dog-doo.
The damn thing broke as my flight to the UK was called, and so I had to spend about fifty dollars in calls from my various hotel rooms to speak to my wife. Now given a three week time-to-fix, I'll be without until after we get back from Newfoundland. I hate my phone as much as Deb loves hers.
As for the weekend - the dog cancelled. It's agent got a better offer I think. Damn prima donna.
The damn thing broke as my flight to the UK was called, and so I had to spend about fifty dollars in calls from my various hotel rooms to speak to my wife. Now given a three week time-to-fix, I'll be without until after we get back from Newfoundland. I hate my phone as much as Deb loves hers.
As for the weekend - the dog cancelled. It's agent got a better offer I think. Damn prima donna.
Subscribe to Posts [Atom]