For the longest time I didn’t have a cell phone, and life was blissful. now I have one and I want to throw it out the window every day.
I used to have one with a slide out keyboard but they no longer offer service on that one, so my husband bought me a newer one. it’s so big it can’t fit into my pocket. I don’t carry a purse, only a wallet.
I don’t need all of the bells & whistles that come with a cell phone these days; internet access, a bucket full of apps that I don’t know how to use, even the camera trips me up! I just want to be able to text my kids and use it as a telephone for emergencies.
we already have multiple lines on our phone plan, so instead of getting another one, we just switched our home phone over to the cell phone. it has horrible reception when I use it, just me, no one else. I have to stand next to the window on days that it cuts out repeatedly. my parents get frustrated when talking to me on the phone now, so they don’t call anymore.
I used to let the answering machine pick up numbers I didn’t recognize. I could hear when someone was leaving a message, so if it was something I needed to take care of, I would pick up the phone while they were still on the line (even though we’re on a no call list, the charity telemarketers can still call. and they do, every single day) but now, I can’t do that. now I have to wait until the message is done, call voicemail to listen to it, and then call directly back if I need to.
my fingers can not use a touch screen. I press down too hard, I can’t swipe, and texting can be a trial. I think I’m pressing one letter but it registers as the letter below it. men, with much bigger hands than me, can type with ease but I can’t. recently I was trying to text quickly and messed up, so I tried to hit the back button but turned on voice activated typing instead. my text: are you serious, right now? mother fucker!
it’s really convenient to text with my kids and husband when they’re not home or to tell my daughter that dinner is ready, instead of yelling up the stairway, but all of the above is a headache. I’m 44 years old, but sometimes I feel like an old grandma when it comes to technology! don’t even get me started on my Blu-ray player…