Too Much Technology

Dear Princess and Pete,

Our phones finally arrived. I set off to Harvey Norman to pick them up. And to sign up for my plan. You may remember it did not go well last time.

Or this time, as it happens. Seriously, it was like watching paint dry. While pulling teeth. Via your bum hole.

Dear effing god, I have better things to do than watch someone enter numbers on a screen for 30 minutes. Especially when - at the end of it all - the only parts of the process I was involved with were to say, "Yes, you have entered my email address correctly" and "Where do I sign?"

Foolishly, I decided to buy some covers for our phones. This was also an effing mission, which required the check-out lady to MANUALLY ENTER the numbers of the products AND scan them. Making me wonder which of those two steps was redundant. Meanwhile, a huge queue built up behind me, of people cross with me because I'd had the nerve to buy things.

Afterward, I visited "Burger Fuel". Mainly because it's a fast-food place that serves a burger known as "The B*stard". Knowing me as you do, you can imagine how happy it made me to ask for one of those.

Then it was home to set up the phones. That was easy enough. I was surprised because I've been an Apple person for ages and this is my first Samsung. I feel like I'm cheating on the ghost of Steve Jobs.

The annoying part was all the stupid little apps that then required me to remember a password I created 18 months ago but no that's not it, you have to reset the password, but no, you have to have more than 8 characters, but no, one of them has to be uppercase. Oh and one of them has to be a number. Then simply enter the verification SMS we've just sent you, then re-enter your 6-digit PIN, now confirm the email via the link, now enter the password for the OTHER thing you set 18 months ago...

There's been a fair amount of language in our flat today.

On the plus side, it has been a beautiful day. And, as it turns out, The B*stard is so incredibly huge that it will serve as both lunch AND dinner. I might even have some left over for breakfast.

S.