So a few weeks ago, the 'Vibrate' function on my phone broke. I don't know how it happened, all I know is that my phone no longer buzzes when I have a new voicemail, or when I set my phone on silent.
Last week, my phone stopped alerting me to new voicemails completely. There was no text or flashing lights or anything to let me know I had a message waiting for me.
So I get to work yesterday and my boss was yelling at me about something he apparently left me a message about last weekend. When I checked my voicemail, I found I had seven fucking messages. (Four of them were from my mom: three about me not calling home enough, and one about not checking my messages.)
As if sensing my frustration, I got a text message from Verizon saying I was eligible for a new phone. Hooray, I thought. And what incredible timing.
I go to my Account at Verizon Wireless' website and pick my sweet new phone. I re-enter all my info and click submit. I was stuck with them for two more years, but the discount and new phone was worth it. It said the phone would ship that day.
Today, as I was scraping the snow off my car, (three inches this morning, fuck you month of April), my phone fell out of my coat pocket and the screen popped off. "That's ok," I thought. The Verizon store is exactly two blocks away, so I'd probably have my new phone tonight.
This morning I get an email from FedEx, saying my package is on its way, from fucking Tennesse. You can see a Verizon Wireless store from my parking lot, but my phone is being shipped from over 400 miles away.
So now I'm stuck with a phone that doesn't vibrate, doesn't alert me when I miss calls/get messages, and doesn't have a fucking screen so i can't see who is calling me, or what number I am dialing. Lame.
If this phone takes more than two days to get here, I am stabbing the FedEx guy.
Last week, my phone stopped alerting me to new voicemails completely. There was no text or flashing lights or anything to let me know I had a message waiting for me.
So I get to work yesterday and my boss was yelling at me about something he apparently left me a message about last weekend. When I checked my voicemail, I found I had seven fucking messages. (Four of them were from my mom: three about me not calling home enough, and one about not checking my messages.)
As if sensing my frustration, I got a text message from Verizon saying I was eligible for a new phone. Hooray, I thought. And what incredible timing.
I go to my Account at Verizon Wireless' website and pick my sweet new phone. I re-enter all my info and click submit. I was stuck with them for two more years, but the discount and new phone was worth it. It said the phone would ship that day.
Today, as I was scraping the snow off my car, (three inches this morning, fuck you month of April), my phone fell out of my coat pocket and the screen popped off. "That's ok," I thought. The Verizon store is exactly two blocks away, so I'd probably have my new phone tonight.
This morning I get an email from FedEx, saying my package is on its way, from fucking Tennesse. You can see a Verizon Wireless store from my parking lot, but my phone is being shipped from over 400 miles away.
So now I'm stuck with a phone that doesn't vibrate, doesn't alert me when I miss calls/get messages, and doesn't have a fucking screen so i can't see who is calling me, or what number I am dialing. Lame.
If this phone takes more than two days to get here, I am stabbing the FedEx guy.