Last night the love of my life (my iPhone) died, taking down with it the last few months worth of photos etc. as well as my desire to live. That last bit was a slight exaggeration but this is a dramatic time for me.
I never really thought my existence revolved around my phone so much until it ceased to live work anymore.
I have never been too precious about a phone before. I’ve dropped this one at least a billion times and even replaced the screen at one of those dodgy stores in the middle of a shopping centre (a painful $120 later). So it was kind of inevitable that one day this would happen.
After I dropped it again my touch screen stopped responding and all my messages began popping up with no contact names attached. I did get it open once but then all my apps were shaking and my screen was flicking. My 5s was possessed. It was a tragic death.
After a relatively calm period, I worry a little for the following 4 reasons:
1) Apple told me the only thing I could do was restore my iPhone aka loose at least 1000 photos, that I really should have backed up but never got around to doing so.
2) My banking app is on there aka the only way I know how to transfer money into my account (there’s definitley another way but I’m in mourning and can’t think straight).
3) These messages I am receiving but cannot open… are they important? Have my shifts been cancelled and I won’t find out? Consequently leading me to wake up at 8am and drive for half an hour to work only to find out I’m not actually working? (this has happened to me twice before).
4) I’m going to have to spend a lot of money buying a new phone orrrrr risk my life buying a less expensive option off gumtree (again dramatic, but kind of true).
So that being said, I’m currently accepting your sympathy via prayers, monetary donations and iPhone 6’s.
– Caitlin
