iOwn
So I was working in Charleston last week, helping train users on a new application before performing field trials. It was Tuesday, and I spent most of the morning sitting in a conference room. My Treo was in my right, front pants pocket. I pulled it out to check the time (my watch battery died before I left on the trip) and discovered that the screen was cracked. I have no idea how it happened. My best guess is that I banged it against the corner of a table.It could still make and receive calls, but I couldn’t see anything other than leaking liquid crystal on the display. I spent the rest of the week feeling as though I was in someway vulnerable. It became obvious that I am dependent on my PDA. I take it for granted, but I count on having all of that information with me at all times. It’s protection from unknown circumstances—the realization of the Boy Scout motto, “Be prepared.”
I got back home Friday evening. Saturday morning, my wife and I journeyed out to one of our local Apple Stores. I had my new iPhone activated before lunch. I am now complete.
No, really, it was an accident. I swear!