It's the little things...
My operational duties as a theatre major over the past three and a half years have bound me to my cell in a way I hadn't thought possible. Now, I've never had a particularly fancy phone, not to mention a phone that cost more than $30 at radio-shack, but a cell phone is a cell phone, right? It makes calls.
Yeah. Right.
My current phone is held together by gaff tape (think the .357 magnum of duct tape) and has more function as a self-defense weapon than an actual phone, but it makes the calls. It has a battery life that (thankfully) averages 36 hours, but it really doesn't let me know when it's low on battery, until a beep and a sharp click announce the end of my phone call (and if today is any indication, my new job). If you think it would just be easy enough for me to count, you don't know me. And if the screen doesn't work, it probably means there's going to be rain. But it's the Pacific Northwest. How often can it rain here?
All this seems, well, trivial, but having been trained to keep my cell phone on and near literally 24/7, it feels wrong.
I have phantom phone pains. Some amputees feel the hand/leg/pelvis they've lost. I feel the absence of my phone.
Okay, so get a new phone. Right? Sounds far easier than it really is.
Problem the first) I'm moving in 4 months. Most cell phone plans don't like that a lot. But whatever. After a probable year or so of my life spent in the world of hold (most of it with cell phone providers) i couldn't care less what they like.
Problem the second) Salespeople love me. There is some international sign language that salespeople read fluently. In this language, I apparently yell at the top of my proverbial lungs "I have no money sense and am easily convinced to spend huge amounts on shit I don't need!" It's not a good idea for me to go into Safeway alone, let alone a mall. I'm just weak-willed. Go figure.
Problem the third) I'm broke.
So a new phone really isn't an option.
Again, some of you may be thinking that this is still (despite my phantom phone pains) a trivial problem. Well, it is. But with no major and only three classes and a fairly fantastic social life, I only really have trivial problems. And i'm bored.
So I obsess. So what?
Have a good night.