I just got an iPhone. My first one. Very exciting. I had a good, solid run with the Blackberry; I'll never forget those years. But it was just getting painfully obvious I needed to upgrade. I felt like Newt Gingrich, and my Blackberry was one of his early wives: frumpy, sickly, probably a real drag to bring to sexy Capitol Hill galas.
So of course, because I am me, I let the saleswoman at the Sprint store talk me into buying the protective shield that you put on the face of the iPhone. $30, and you just stick it on yourself. But because I suck at doing things myself (http://www.kaptainkvetch.blogspot.com/2011/06/light-of-my-life.html), I somehow fucked it up and got unsightly air bubbles trapped under the sticky protective film. My roommate wasted no time in publicly shaming me for taking it out in a restaurant.
Fortunately, this product came with a replacement guarantee. Anything goes wrong, they ship you a new one. I was pleased to remember this information for all of about two minutes, when I investigated how to get my totally free replacement shield, and it involved me shipping them back the old one, at my expense, and also providing them a shipping fee to send the new one.
It's such a no-brainer that I will never get around to doing this, it's almost laughable. Going to the post office these days is worse than going to the dentist. And I say that with a robust dislike of dentists. So, that's pretty much it. Another $30 just mindlessly flushed down the toilet. I hate doing that. So much.
Well, at least I have my cool new iPhone...which will have all the more use to me since, on my way home from the Sprint store, I dropped and shattered the screen of my semi-new Kindle Fire I bought recently. With no return policy whatsoever. Here's a picture of it I took with my iPhone. See? It's coming in handy already.
This concludes my feelings on February.
So of course, because I am me, I let the saleswoman at the Sprint store talk me into buying the protective shield that you put on the face of the iPhone. $30, and you just stick it on yourself. But because I suck at doing things myself (http://www.kaptainkvetch.blogspot.com/2011/06/light-of-my-life.html), I somehow fucked it up and got unsightly air bubbles trapped under the sticky protective film. My roommate wasted no time in publicly shaming me for taking it out in a restaurant.
Fortunately, this product came with a replacement guarantee. Anything goes wrong, they ship you a new one. I was pleased to remember this information for all of about two minutes, when I investigated how to get my totally free replacement shield, and it involved me shipping them back the old one, at my expense, and also providing them a shipping fee to send the new one.
It's such a no-brainer that I will never get around to doing this, it's almost laughable. Going to the post office these days is worse than going to the dentist. And I say that with a robust dislike of dentists. So, that's pretty much it. Another $30 just mindlessly flushed down the toilet. I hate doing that. So much.
Well, at least I have my cool new iPhone...which will have all the more use to me since, on my way home from the Sprint store, I dropped and shattered the screen of my semi-new Kindle Fire I bought recently. With no return policy whatsoever. Here's a picture of it I took with my iPhone. See? It's coming in handy already.
This concludes my feelings on February.
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