Something happened in the middle of last night that confirmed two important facts: I really am addicted to my Blackberry & it pays to be FOF.
I awoke to pee. Although it was 3 a.m., I instinctively grabbed my BB and was so tired that it dropped right out of my hand and into the toilet bowl the moment I entered the bathroom. (A message from God, perhaps?) I fished out the darn thing, removed the battery and turned on my hair dryer to help dry it out. Battery back in, the red light blinked on to indicate life, but alas, it blinked off after less than a minute.
I finally went back to sleep, but not after testing the BB 22 times more. If it still wasn’t working after my yoga lesson in the morning, I’d go to AT&T to get a new one.
Work it didn’t.
“It’ll cost $439 for a new one,” the young man at ATT&T told me. I was expecting the steep price, but I wasn’t expecting him to tell me I wouldn’t be able to retrieve all my contact info. Over 400 numbers were stored in it and, to make matters worse, I hadn’t backed up most of them on my desktop.
Here’s where the FOF part comes in. I didn’t get upset for a second. When something like this happened years ago, I was beside myself. Today, I calmly returned home and starting entering numbers and emails. I didn’t use at least half the numbers I had stored, anyway.