Last June I jumped feet first into the world of smart phones with my Samsung Moment. It was love at first touch. Over the next few months, my Samsung Moment failed me again and again while I became increasingly dependent on it. I feel like my Samsung Moment and I need to go to couples therapy.
The first problem was last summer when the plug port became bent
because I dropped it too many times when it was plugged in for no obvious reason. Sprint replaced it with a refurbished phone.
The second time was a right after I got back from maternity leave. The phone was often unresponsive and wouldn’t hold a charge for more than an hour. I took it in and Sprint replaced it with a refurbished phone.
Three or so weeks ago, my Samsung Moment was unresponsive again and would power down for no reason and then take hours to restart (even plugged in). Once at work I waited two hours for it to restart. A few nights later I plugged it in while it was restarting, woke up with Baby Blogworthy at 3 am and it still wasn’t charged after four hours and had pretty much set my pillow on fire with the overheated battery. I pulled out the battery and it finally started.
The next night it crashed for real. After my phone tried to load for almost 12 straight hours, the battery died and it sort of gave up on life.
Although I’m only 18 days from an upgrade, Sprint wouldn’t let me go ahead and give them my cash monies for a new phone. Instead, they sent my Samsung Moment away YET AGAIN. I get it back today, but for the weekend I was stuck with a loaner phone.
Oh, people, this loaner phone. It wasn’t so much the phone as the condition of the phone. It’s as if the Sprint people were like, “crap, this woman’s phone is DONE and we need to get her something fast. Quick, check the back. Nothing? Seriously? Ok, think. Think. Wait, didn’t someone just turn in a phone? Yeah, yeah, yeah, get that one! where is it? Oh here it is, in the trash, right under this banana peel. Brush the coffee grinds off it and I’ll get it set up for her.”
My sister has this phone because she has an iPad for awesomeness and doesn’t need a smart phone.
However, I’m sure her’s doesn’t include the following:
- A hole in the casing
- A crack in the camera lens
- Half the keypad missing
- A contact list that contains the following names: Jit; Kevin White Boy; Mikey Crip Walk; Moneek; No Hands; Nu Nu Nu; Toy Shipmate Sis and; Unc Bucket; B Smooth; Back Door; Cuz Boo; Black Ass; Fatboy; Rolemodel Lil Chris; Roo Block; and Spank. (All typed directly from the contact list on my Loaner Phone)
By the way, I guess I didn’t mention they had forgotten to erase all the other person’s information from the phone? Yeah. That happened. Creepy, huh?
There was a work number in it and I called it. It was a KFC. Take from that what you will.
The Loaner Phone took on a new life at work Friday. My work friend, who was one work day away from a vacation and was stressed became instantly obsessed with Loaner Phone and we collectively spent the rest of the day inputting the contacts them into the Royal Name Generator.
Now, tell me, how can a person be sad about their non-smart Loaner Phone when it provides that kind of entertainment? But I didn’t know exactly how entertaining that phone was until I discovered the text messages….
Dun, dun DUUNNNN!! Come back tomorrow for the conclusion to my Loaner Phone saga.
Meanwhile, what do you think the text messages said, based on the contacts list?