My iPhone has officially bit it.
It was my fault. I dropped it in the toilet. Had it in the back pocket of my jeans, dropped my pants and – *splash* – there it went. I tried the tossing it in rice to dry it out and, I think, if I hadn’t tried turning it on the first day I probably could have saved it. (I’m a moron and didn’t realize it was the turning it on while wet that was the part that fried the circuits. Duh.)
So pissed off, though!! I was even commenting the other day that I’ve never kept a phone in such pristine shape for a year! That’s the good news; I’m almost due for my yearly upgrade if I want to continue to let the one phone company own my soul for an additional year…and I really don’t care between companies one way or another so I probably will. But the fact that I’m going to have to shell out some serious money on a phone (money that I could be spending on things that are fun and delicious…like wine) is really frustrating. Especially when it’s all my fault.
Or, I have a friend whose dream phone is being released in Canada in a month who says I could have his current phone (which is a much smarter phone than I’ll ever be a person!) It’s got some use on it but it’s pretty swanky. It’s just a matter of, is it the phone I want? This is the piece of technology that will define me, after all. At least…until I get the next one.
In the meantime, I’m back to my ghetto Blackberry Pearl flip phone and holy crap is it insane how much stuff you forget using a different phone for a year!! Yet again technology…you have won this round, but not the war! And I’ve had a valuable lesson taught to me about not keeping your phone in your back pocket. Dang it.