Ya wanna know sum'thin'?
Nextel i265's are frickin' CURSED.
We got two of those cursed pieces of shit back in February.Mine died of "natural causes", meaning it suddenly decided to stop reading the SIM card and/or not to receive the signal with any strength whasoever, about two or three months ago.
So, I switched to George's old i700+.
I did that because I could NOT find my own old i550+.
Whatever.
S'long as I have a phone, right? Well.
Eric, "Mr. I can't keep track of nuttin'" a.k.a. "Mr. Not only do I not plug my phone in to charge at night, half the damned time I don't even know where I left it" left it in his coveralls pocket.
An i265 is a very small phone.
So small, in fact, that I also missed it in his pocket and washed the fuckin' thing. **Little known fact about Nextel phones: You so much as show them water, let alone actually get 'em wet, and they will cease to function.** Wanna guess what washin' 'em does to 'em? I didn't bother drying it... What I did was tried putting his SIM card in my old i265, just in case it'd healed itself or something.
It hadn't.
Not even Nextel Customer Service could make it work. At this point, my options were pretty limited and they all had a certain amount of suckatude about them but, I had to choose between:
a.) Sr. not having a phone, period. Not do-able. Not with the danger inherant in his job.
b.) Waiting til tomorrow to call the "super techies" at Nextel and see if they could work some kinda magic.
c.) Fuck around, up in the attic YET AGAIN, and try YET AGAIN to find my old i550+.
*disgusted sigh* I went with option "c". ACTUALLY FOUND DA FUCKIN' THING THIS TIME! Then, I decided that instead of me keeping George's old phone and Sr. getting mine to drown, drop in cow shit, run over or blow up, I'd give him George's old one and use my own again because I just like that phone THAT MUCH.
I've bounced that little fucker offa more walls for giving me shit than hell patch a mile. It survived all that, too.
Hell if I wanna see Sr. kill it, ya know?
Plus, it IS the one I wanted when my i265 died in the first place. So, here I sit with FIVE PHONES. My old i265 with Sr.'s SIM card in it so I can get his contact info off of it.
Sr.'s drowned i265 so I can give Nextel the info numbers off of it.
George's old 700+ that I'd been using to put Sr.'s shit into.
My i550+ to put my shit into and Jr.'s phone so I don't hafta be on any of the phones I want Nextel to switch around for me. I call Nextel and had to repeat about 90 times what I wanted to do and, after about an hour, it happened.
Sr.'s phone is now the i700+ and mine is my own old i550+. THEN, I hadda sit here and, BY HAND, delete alla the old shit outta i550+ and add about 20 names and numbers for myself and do the same with the i700 for Sr. But, it's all done now, damn it. Thank Gawd. I've already told Jr. to expect his i265 to spontaneously burst into flames or to come up with some other way to not work within about the next six months... (she says dryly.)
And, this nutjob (Jr) just told me he'd be back "tomorrow".
I said, "Oookaay. Where ya gonna be til then?" "In my tree stand." "All night?" "Yep."
*big grin* First day of some kinda animal murdering season starts tomorrow.
Guns of some kind, I think.
All I know is that we've already got a coupla huge chunks of dead deer in the freezer.
Bow and arrows, maybe?
I dunno.
There's also a dead squirrel.
Now, it's time to once again kill critters with whatever they haven't used to kill 'em yet.
Whatever... All night in a deer stand.... Can you say "hung like a thirty cent stack of dimes"?
That boy's gonna freeze his boys off. I will never understand why hunters go through such machinations to kill a deer.
You don't need a deer stand and a hunting license and the orange clothes and alla that shit.
Or even a gun.
Or a bow and arrows.
All ya hafta do is be driving down the road, the more over 55 the better, and be minding your own business and sooner than later a deer is gonna commit suicide using your car.
It's so easy. They're a lot like stupid women who start out playing hard to get, then it flip-flops on them and they can't you interested anymore at all.
The more you try to avoid them, the more they just HAVE to fling themselves into your path or life or onto the hood of your car, except deer aren't all crying and hysterical when they do it.
They just die. Hmmm...
maybe we oughta see about getting that flip-flopped around.... Anyway... I need to go FINISH cleaning the house now.
I've only "started" it about 12 times so far.... Peace, y'all...
(*whispers* and don't buy an i265!)
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Posted by: Light & Dark at November 27, 2006 03:31 AM (M9GWX)
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