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I'm in sales. That requires a lot of face to face time. But it also requires a lot of phone time.
And I'm terrible about using my phone.
It's an inanimate object! But for whatever reason, I hated sitting down and making phone calls.
Until someone suggested that I give it a name and make friends with my phone.
It's so much fun to do things with a friend, right?
Ladies, we go to the bathroom together. We compare our kids' poop together. We shop together. We even get in trouble together.
Friends will come and go.
And so will phones.
I had a pink phone. She was great. She was shiny. She had a little butterfly that floated across the display when I closed her up, a slot for cell phone charms, the right ring tones for all my friends, and she was pink.
I named her Lucille.
Hey, Luuuuuucy! Let's go have some fun.
And I'd make my phone calls. I smiled when it was time to hang with Lucille. It meant I hardly had to think about where to put my fingers to dial each number. It meant I would be making a connection with my customers. It meant I would make a sale.
But one day, Lucille broke.
Her data port died. Trapped inside were all my phone numbers, all the ring tones, all the fun.
Lucille's warranty had run out, but my contract hadn't. I couldn't get a new phone until January!
Well, I could, but I'd have to pay full price. I could get an el-cheapo, but that also meant something boring.
No shine.
No butterflies.
No pink.
I was deeply saddened.
But wait! Hubby to the rescue!
He had a phone that didn't hold enough battery power for him so his office had replaced said phone with a fancy-schmancy touch screen, not-an-I-Phone-but-what-ever-got-as-close-as-possible-on-the-Sprint-network phone.
This phone had a touch screen with a keyboard on it. This was Lucille's one downfall. She only had a number pad so she was no good at texting and didn't have internet.
The phone that wasn't good enough for Hubby, but would rescue me from shelling out money on a phone, would text and have the internet. This was exciting!
Hubby charged up the phone and reset everything so it was a clean slate.
Yay! I had a phone!
The phone was black with silver accents. It had a screen and all these buttons right out there in the open. It didn't flip open, it was just there all the time. If you forgot to turn off the screen when you were on a call, you could do all kinds of things by accident.
Set yourself in airplane mode.
Connect to the internet.
Play Bubble Breaker.
It was kind of sleek.
It needed a name.
It's kind of a guy-ish looking phone.
Ramone.
That rolls off the tongue, "R-r-r-r-ramoooone." Kind of breathy and sexy like.
"R-r-r-r-ramoooone."
Purr for me . . .
Ramone and I could lock ourselves in a room for an hour and have a secret rendezvous. Not really since I'd be calling customers, but anywho. . .
I immediately changed my phone plan so I could text and use the internet. Oooo, we were going to jump into the 21st century!
Life with Ramone sounded exciting!
Unfortunately, that never really happened. Ramone has a disappointing interface, you have to use a stylus with the onscreen keyboard and dialing by only touch is impossible.
Ramone has internet, but I can't connect him to my computer for use as an internet connection.
Ramone and I never developed that lovey-dovey relationship.
But, what's this?
Hubby got a new job?
And a new phone?
And the old fancy-schmancy touch screen, not-an-I-Phone-but-what-ever-got-as-close-as-possible-on-the-Sprint-network, has an actual slide-out keyboard, a user friendly icon interface, and hacked built in computer wi-fi connectivity phone could be mine?
And I can get a pretty, shiny case so it doesn't look like a plain, black guy-ish phone?
Well, folks, meet Veronica!
Silver Lining:
- She's pretty. She's got some pink. She's got shine. She's all mine!
- Hubby taught me how to make my own ring tones so I know who's calling me before I look at the phone.
- I'll still get a pretty hefty loyalty credit in January that I can use toward another phone. But I'm so excited about Veronica, I think I'll just hold on to it in case of an emergency.
