The other day my Dad's computer in the office just started going absolutely crazy with little bells and whistles going off. Being the curious type, I had to investigate. Also? Because it wouldn't stop beeping..and if there is anything I hate..it's beeping for the sake of beeping..especially when I don't know why something is beeping.
So I head on over to his desk and see a flashing notice on his screen.
"Erin's phone is finished charging - go get it" says the computer screen.
Which is about when I was all..HUH? What now? I know it's 2012 and by 2012 we were supposed to have flying cars and whatever..but having a computer that randomly tells you that your phone is charged (when you didn't ask it to*) and to go get it? That's a little strange. Even for the future. Even if it WAS helpful.
..Because you see..my phone charger has decided to die a comical untimely death. Again.
And by comical and untimely...I do mean..annoying and..more annoying.
It seems as though every six months my phone charger decides to bite the dust.
Which would be okay. You know. If I didn't USE my phone. If I enjoyed throwing random money at giant mega million dollar corporations for more pieces of plastic and wires and were of shoddy quality. Or If my phone was purely ornamental. Orrrr...if my phone sat around COLLECTING dust. Only then to BITE the dust it collected. It's a one man (phone.) comedy! HUZZAH!
Since I DO use my phone. And I kinda sorta need it for certain things.
And since I live in the middle of nowhere..and the nearest place to buy a phone charger is 45 minutes away....I was all..SCREW YOU PHONE and chucked it at all the wall. Except more like..You phone, are in a timeout. And by timeout I mean in a vehicle out in the cold cold Canadian winter being charged with a car charger.
And just to teach it a little lesson..I left it out in the cold a little longer than necessary...even though it was finished charging. To prove that IT'S NOT THE BOSS OF ME.
That'll probably teach my phone to behave. BEHAVE OR ELSE, PHONE! (Insert me shaking my fist at the sky here.)
And you thought my Dad's computer talking to me and telling me my phone had charged was the weirdest thing you'd read about today.
Nope. I've moved on from being your regular brand of crazy lady..to being the crazy lady who specializes in telephone behaviour modification.
It's all the rage in overseas.
*I didn't ask it to. But apparently my Dad knows how forgetful I am and set a reminder on HIS computer. For me. He also knows how much I hate unexplained beeping.