The activation of the new phone took place today. There was professional help and thank goodness for the knight in armor who rode in for the rescue on the sleek horse. Otherwise, the new phone may have met an untimely demise after a dramatic encounter with the new cast iron fry pan.
Official headwear of the BTK Queen |
Photos transferred over safely.
Yay! Apps came over, including all those deliberately deleted from the old phone for space and lack of interest. Yay?! Contacts came over. All of them, including those deliberately
deleted earlier this week specifically to clean up the list. Errrr, but certainly
not the worst-case scenario, and maybe I will suddenly want to talk to an insurance agent or banker from when I lived in Tennessee 10 or 15 years ago. Authenticator apps for work were set up and verified.
Online banking was installed and verified. It felt like success.
After the miracle of the data transfer, the phone was set
aside and it was back to the glamorous and exciting desk jockey grind. Ads were
reviewed, copy written, projects sent for review, blah, blah, blah. It was the
end of the work day before I realized there had not been a single email
received on the phone for four solid hours. No text messages, including the usual flurry of routine
stupid texts for Michael's, Joann, and Kohl’s discounts.
Once at home, the Edge and its silence was investigated. Nothing was
logging in. Not email. Not Facebook. Not text messages. A text was sent. It failed. Attempts to make calls resulted in "call cannot be completed as dialed" recorded messages. The old phone, however, was still able to receive
texts, emails, and make and receive calls. Thank goodness, or I would have missed a call from
Mom about a thing tomorrow.
Clearly, my long, rich, and colorful history of bad
technology karma (BTK) continues.
It was back to the laptop and Verizon.com for a tech chat, where I was informed the SIM card was not activated. That wasn’t even a specific step in the multistep phone activation process instructions on the phone itself.
Before the SIM was activated by the tech,
there was an attempt to upsell me, as, and I quote, “a **premier** customer,” some whole home device protection program for “just
83 cents a day, $25 a month.” This bold-faced BS made the entire SIM situation seem
like a ruse devised to force an opportunity for people to be subjected to yet
another sales pitch. My response was along the lines of “I can’t even get this
stupid brand-new phone to work, so no, I’m not spending another dime, thanks.”
I swear nothing is ever, ever easy. Often comical, but rarely easy. And
I shall enjoy my continued reign as the Queen of BTK.
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