Around 11 pm last night I lay in bed looking at my Hy email. I had some business to attend, clicked a link to download a required app, and *POOF* the screen went blueish-black.
I clicked a button or two, tried to reset it. Ok… hard reset then. Ooh! Ok, white screen with the black apple, here we go! Nope. Blueish-black screen again. Goddamnit.
My phone had never done this before and it had given no warning. I opened my laptop and started Googling and troubleshooted until 2:30 in the morning.
Multiple hard reset/reboots/restarts/rewhatevers later and still nothing.
I got up and set the digital clock on my dresser for 6:01 am and tried to calm my whirring mind. How would anyone get a hold of me? How would I do my job? I texted my mom and sister, but because mom is on a stupid Samsung still from her political protest of Tim Cook donating money to some Republican back in 2016, the texts kept getting rejected.
I iMessaged my sister instead and asked her to tell mom my situation in the morning, opened Netflix, and clicked on Chopped. One round in to the episode I noticed my battery was low.
I got up again, my eyes burning with fatigue, and rummaged in my computer bag. Fuck. I’d left the power cord at the office. I distinctly remember thinking, “I won’t be on my computer much tonight,” and leaving it behind. What an idiot I was.
I shuffled back to bed, tucked the body pillow between my thighs and hazily watched the chefs try to create something edible with beef kidneys, pickled cockerels, papaya, and beets. The battery died the very moment the 3 chefs threw their hands up in the air as time ran out.
“Ran out,” indeed.
How much more of a reminder did I need at how dependent I was on my devices??
I iMessaged my ex and some other iPhone friends with whom I keep regular contact (I’m looking at you, Ann) and a couple Galaxy users, but they were kicked back just like my mom’s confirming the limitations of my current situation.
In my frustration and worry in the wee hours of this Valentine’s Day about how I’d maintain contact to the roiling hive that is social media I was struck by just how tenuous those connections are. I have some people in my life whom I speak with on a very regular basis that I can only reach through my phone – Instagram DMs, KIK, Snapchat – and I have no easy way of notifying them (though I did with two ladies lest they think I died because that’s how consistent our connections are via social media).
Then I worried about February Photo Fest. How would I post the pics I’d taken without access to my phone?? VSCO Cam, my primary editing app, hosts 2 dozen pics I hadn’t yet downloaded to my library. How will I get to them? I don’t remember what my password is and I never “signed up” with them. All my passwords are kept on a Note… on my phone.
This whole thing will hopefully have a happy ending because I recently backed everything up on my laptop. The Note will be restored, my photos, all the Galaxy and Android texts sent my way while I was unplugged. Whatever else I’m not even considering right now that I may be missing because of lack of access.
I still haven’t heard from my mother about the message my sister sent her this morning, but I am going to rely on her extensive life experience not relying on a smart phone to show up on time tonight. Our fancy Valentine’s Day dinner at a downtown restaurant is important!
My exhusband has magnanimously offered me his backup phone while I await my appointment at the Genius Bar tomorrow afternoon, so all too soon I’ll have a little skeleton crew phone back. I kinda wish I could just burn it and rely on a landline again like it was 1995.
However, it’s 20-fucking-18 and I have responsibilities to keep so, luckily for me, I had already sent myself one extra photo I picked just for February Photo Fest.