I used to watch that show “Monk” with Tony Shalhoub. When someone would marvel at his talent for solving crime, he would say “it’s a gift…. and a curse”. That’s how I feel about my cell phone.
After four years, YA wore me down about getting new phones. I didn’t remember any angst about the last time we did phones, but it was four years ago. The purchase of the phones was pretty straight forward; YA had done all the research so after we dickered with the salesperson about the pricing a bit, we bought the phones. If it had been up to me, I would have coughed up the $25 to have them transfer all my stuff from the old phone to the new but YA was adamant that she could do this.
Aiy yi yi. That’s when it got ugly. Since we were using the old phones for trade-in, YA said I had to log onto all my various apps/accounts to make sure my logins worked before she “wiped” the old phone. This turned out to be not as easy as you’d think…. too many times I’ve reset a password and then not written it down when I got home (think the bagel place and the gym). So there was a fair amount of password resetting to get through. She wasn’t exactly patient about this.
Then it turned out that my sticky note app isn’t available any longer from the app store. At this point YA was tired of me and my techie problems. She suggested I use the Notes that is already on my phone. “What Notes?” was my question. She took the phone from my hand, did a few clicks and voila… there it was. However because she had done it instead of telling me how, I couldn’t get it back a few minutes later. Suffice it to say we had words. AND as I’ve looked at it, I don’t like the Notes anyway… guess I’ll have to go find myself a new sticky note app that I like. Sigh.
It took about 90 minutes for all this – not a lifetime of suffering, but I do feel like I need to check myself into a convalescent home for a good rest!
Do you have a “technie” helper? Do you need one?
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