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Ever since I’ve been hooked up with John, I’ve been plugged in, wired, wireless, virtual, and in the cloud. If it weren’t for him, I’d still be on a PrimeCo cellular phone. Well, maybe not, but he’s the guy who got me all the computers since a big ole Dell box way back in 1991, with either amber or green text on a black screen. It was John who witnessed my first visit to the World Wide Web. Fast forward to 2008 when one of my colleagues welcomed me to Facebook. My Twitter existence would not be if it weren’t for someone who tweeted her whereabouts when she should have been at work. It is a most excellent tracking system.
When it first came out, I couldn’t resist the urge to have an iPhone. My family was on Verizon because everybody, even Mainland folks, could be “IN” with me when it came to long-distance charges. Verizon has served me well for more than 10 years. So I was a two timer when I got the iPhone. I paid AT&T for iPhone fun. I paid Verizon for the family plan. And when I got that iPad, I split my loyalties yet again to fund a Mobi Hele for WIFI access that I share with my girls and their iTouches when we’re out roaming.
This morning John told me that it is quite possible apple is NOT releasing an iPhone5 this summer and that I should just go on and get an iPhone4. Easier said than done. In February I had been approved to get one by Verizon, but I failed to act. We went to one kiosk and backed away when only costly options were offered. So from Kahala Mall I got on the phone with Verizon Wireless. I don’t want to get into it, but when you get passed the automation of telephone inquiries and touch-tone responses to an actual human with a pulse, you’re then faced with the great wall of ineptitude. It was stunning adeptness at ineptness.
But we did it. John and I put our heads together and devised a plan. We then met with the handsome young Shane at the Kahala Mall apple store and managed to get myself an iPhone4 that is now synched to my iTunes, and has my contacts, apps, music, iBooks, email and calendar.
AT&T won’t even miss me. I always tell myself that when I break up with someone. I dunno. I can’t remember.
Now I’m attempting to push away a new boulder and trying to figure out how to achieve call forwarding from my cellular number, the one I’ve had for years and years and years, to my new iPhone4. I’ll figure something out. I always do.